Now, I still couldn't live the way the Clavis do.

Would you live there, Mr. Drysdale?

Starving, dying of thirst, and they can still dance.

They live in a little shack on the grounds of his estate.

It was him that fixed it so we could live on this grand estate.

Why, if it wasn't for Mr. Drysdale, we'd all still be back in the hills.

How can the Drysdale sit up there in their million-dollar mansion eating store-bought, butcher-cut, paper-wrapped meat while their servants live here eating grass?

Take a good look, Professor, and then I'll take you around back and show you where the Clampetts live, the poor people who take care of this beautiful estate.

Professor Graham, I have found a family living in virtual bondage in the very center of the wealthiest section of the wealthiest city of the wealthiest country in the world.