You know Mrs. Drysdale.

Well, Miss Hathaway, Mr. Drysdale, Miss Drysdale, I don't know who all.

Is Miss Drysdale in town?

Mr. Drysdale, look who's here.

You can't catch Mr. Drysdale.

Drysdale's missing the party of the year.

I'll always be grateful to Drysdale for... By the way, why aren't the Drysdales here?

I just got to meet the Clampetts.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Granny says we can't wait no longer for the Drysdale.

Mr. Clampett?

There's one man I want to meet.

Well, Marty, Marty, Mr. Drysdale thinks you're going to transfer him to your bank in Moose Jaw, Alaska.

Really, me, Clampett?

Chief, Mrs. Rysdale, this is indeed a red-letter day.

You, Mr. Clampett, you.

Hillbilly, that is.

Ransohoff just arrived at the Clampetts.

Clampett, business genius, financial wizard, shrewd, calculating, incisive.

That's the trouble with fellas like Clampett and me.