We're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Uh, we is friends of the Clampads.

Obviously.

And the sooner you're all out of Beverly Hills, the better.

Meantime, stay out of sight in the kitchen.

That is the surliest cleaning woman I've ever seen.

See, Mommy, even the Clampetts have a servant problem.

Yes, for the first time, I'm beginning to feel a common bond with them.

We're both members of an oppressed minority group.

Come on, Winter, come on!

Oh, Cynthia, please help me!

Mr. Clampett, if I might be alone with Mommy for just a few moments, I think I shall be able to compose her.

Okay, Cynthia, just follow your nose to the kitchen.

Yeah, the grits and jowls will lead you right to the door.

Good girl, Winter!

Cynthia, did she say grits and jowls?

Yes, Mommy, doubtless the maid and the butler.

That got her to breathing deep.

Here, Mommy, have a cigarette, darling.

Oh, why wouldn't you light a flame so close to your ma just yet?