Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You mean you taught dancing.
Yes, it's for the Bankers' Convention.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crew.
That's it!
You've got to get up there and tell them the truth, now.
♪ Well, we've bombed out before, but this is an all-time low.
Uh, all our students?
He said to get ready for the question.
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.
Well, he says nowadays you can sell anything if you advertise enough.
Well, it sure looks like fun.
Them dogs look hungry enough to run him to the state line.
What's that there doing, pal?
What'd he say?
Got a bad connection.
What did you want me to do, tell them we're calling from a phone booth and only got three dimes left?
Dad, Dad, come quick.
Right, Granny.
Come on out!
Granny?
Bravo, Drysdale and Clampett!
Uh, just a minute.
If so happens, I am Milburn Drysdale, Mr. Clappett's banker.
We don't even have a hotel room.
Mount McKinley named after.
Oh, no, no.
Talked a good tangle, but after an hour he was panting like a fat dog.
Just pass the bologna and I'm heading into the sliced turkey.
Now, wait a minute.
Huh?
Who's
Is he still on the phone, Granny?
Viacom.
What color is a freckled swamp toad?
They was calling from the grand ballroom of their international headquarters.