If Jed Clampett wants you as a night watchman at my bank, a night watchman you are.

Oh, you mean like a guard or a night watchman?

In a bank, at night, with a gun, and $40 million.

I said it last night and I'll say it again this morning.

And the money we do keep here is locked in a massive steel vault which cannot possibly be opened at night.

Move on!

Start in on me.

What I have in mind for a night watching old Jed's money is if you was to put it into some gunny sacks, I'd sit on them sacks with my shotgun across my lap.

Come on, Skipper, let's go.

Now get on out there.

I was counting on that.

Put my working clothes on now.

Don't go on a death row.

Now, Granny, don't start on Leif again.

You keep a tight hole on it.

He's on his way back to the hill.

Come on, I wasn't going to let that slip out.

Like that, Jet B. Two berries on a bush, all is well.

The way I work, I could go on like this for days.

He's on his way back to the gully and his daughter with him.