Mr. Drysdale, we're adopting the baby.

Thank you, Miss Clampett.

You don't mean Granny Clampett?

Well, thank you, Mr. Clampett.

Well, Edith and I appreciate your interest in the baby, Mr. Clampett, and Mr. Drysdale told us how he has his granny all lined up.

This is to advise you that I... Excuse me, Mr. Drysdale.

A Beverly Hillbilly.

Come meet your kitty cats.

Do you mean that Mr. Drysdale pulled us off that train for nothing?

Couldn't have done that except for barred Mr. Drysdale's Kitty Cat Club, kid.

Don't you think you should talk to Mr. Drysdale before you make a decision?

Chief, Mr. and Mrs. Brewster are here.

This fine old cradle has been in the Clampett family for years.

Besides, she just might meet up with a good-looking drummer or a candy butcher.

The little hillbilly woman?

Mrs. Brewster got it into her head that she's going to have this baby all by herself.

Hillbilly, that is.

The Beverly Hills Baby Service?

At the Beverly Hills Baby Service.

From that Beverly Hills baby service.