Where is Mr. Drysdale?

Hey, Mr. Drysdale called you?

Oh, please, Mr. Clampett.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Oh, I'm just wearing this to please Mr. Drysdale.

But maybe... No use talking about it, Mr. Drysdale.

The figure is the Earl of Clampett himself.

You and Mr. Drysdale promised me I'd have a oath.

All hail his majesty, Earl of Clampett!

The way of royalty is not the way of the Clampetts.

Gee, Mr. Clampett is hardly prepared for such honors.

I am the head baller to His Majesty, the Earl of Clampett!

Ellie, you'd meet some fellas, wouldn't you?

Mrs. Dry-Deal, I think we better pass on.

The Clampetts will stay at the castle, I'll be up in London receiving the honors, banking the money.

I was over at the bank when Mr. Drysdale got the word, so I went over to the studio and got us some Queen Elizabeth clothes.

Do you think the Crown will overlook your services in converting the peasants of Possum Ridge into the keepers of Clampett Castle?

Hillbilly, that is.

I know you consider this a great financial opportunity for you and your bank, but think about the Clampetts for a moment.

I get the Clampetts all steamed up to go to England and claim their castle, and you destroy everything with your big mouth.