Mr. Drysdale, howdy.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Drysdale.

Welcome home, Mr. Clampett.

Oh, I mean the Clampetts.

Ma, this here's Miss Hathaway, Mr. Drysdale's secretary.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

The Clampetts are on their way home.

Just a little harmless fun, Mr. Clampett.

Well, my car's out in front, Mr. Clampett.

I'm going to miss you, Mrs. Bordini.

I'm happy to know you, Mrs. Bochy.

Hillbilly, that is.

Now if somebody'll get Mr. Drysdale, we'll all sit around while supper's cooking and listen to the kind of music that has made the name of Bo Dean famous from Oxford to Eureka Springs.

Mrs. Bodine, I just want to say that I think you're a splendid woman, and I'm sure our paths will cross again.

Yes, there are six... Well, they appear to be hillbillies.

Ain't they like the ones at the airport?

And the luggage.

The light comes on when you open the door.

Especially the big one with the sandwiches in it.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.