Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I thought you had moved out to be a Roman centurion in Mr. Chapman's picture.
Black gold.
I don't see it.
Uncle Jed, this is a lot of darn nonsense.
Well, then, he better not ask for work around here.
Closer, closer... There!
Hold on!
Are you inferring that I have relatives on my payroll?
Cut it!
Mr. Clampett, don't you want a city named after you?
First, I got to fetch Granny a jug of her elderberry wine.
Thought we'd lay in some supplies.
I ain't leaving here until Mr. Grysdale pays me for that hat.
Your cousin Ellie needs a practice, and so does Granny.
The martyr who gets thrown to the lions is here.
It's for some goomer named, um, Nero.
No, Granny, I'm just here to talk to Mr. Clampett.
I thought it was my mess kit.
Hurry, get out of here.
He said nothing to it.
Oh, Drysdale, you're beginning to bore me.
And I'm hoping that'll happen around here.
But you'll make millions.
What'll I say?
Yes, and it may take almost that long to shoot it.
Yes.