Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They ain't no Hillman buddy-ups.

What's the question?

That is not a good reason.

I'll be outside.

You got that kiddle of possum sausages Granny gave you to pass out?

Mr. Twain... Don't try to thank me.

Yeah, what to do with 40 gallons of watery pawpaw punch.

We did play the palace.

We're going to cha-cha-cha.

Would they do that?

Crossed a snake with a horse?

He's trying to cheer one another up.

I was, but when he saw Mr. Clampett dance, he told me to turn in my cane.

I'm thinking maybe all of Marvin and Merida's students left them high and dry when they found out they lost a lease on a grand ballroom.

I bet you was the prettiest girl at the dance.

Marvel and Merida was better than them when they was trying to cheer one another up.

Well, yes, sir, Uncle Jeff.

That's right, Margaret.

They ought to stick to banking.

It's Drysdale and...

What'd he say, Granny?

Must be a bitter pill when all your students desert you the minute you ain't got a fancy dance hall.

Hillbilly, that is.

Mr. Farley Baker of Brentwood.

Well, Dan, your trouble's away.

I told you to be careful with them possum sausages.

I'll go get the contracts.

Look, all we need is a new act.

We'll do our best.

You know, what the new act needs, I think, is a stronger finish.