Mr. Drysdale is a community leader, a respected man, a responsible citizen.

A feudal lord, that's what he is.

And the Clampetts are his serfs, his vassals.

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

They have to poach dandelions from his lawn in order to eat.

They'd starve if their family didn't send them food packages from back in the hills.

Let's keep our voice down, shall we?

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.

They face poverty, pestilence, famine.

Jenny, lower your voice.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse are riding the boulevards of Beverly Hills and he wants me to lower my voice.

I say let's storm this Bastille.

Let's liberate the prisoners of the tyrant Drysdale.

Let's show him this is the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Let's get out of here.

Down with Drysdale.

Yeah, let's get him!

Oh, Margaret, will you change records?

I've listened to you sing the hillbilly blues that's coming out of my ears.

But I put the cabin where no one can see it.