The Beverly Hillbillies.

Go back home or stay here?

Move on or I'll give you a ticket.

Or shot down by Mr. Drysdale's hired killers.

Move on or I'll give you a $20 ticket.

Or maybe we'll get poisoned from the poison pond!

Hillbilly, that is.

We've tried two or three times to stop this pond.

Is this your idea, or did somebody put you up to it?

Buying expensive gasoline for that fancy truck instead of walking a paltry eight or ten miles.

We don't want your kind in Beverly Hills.

Now, ain't nobody going nowhere or do nothing till I am dead for certain convinced that Mr. Drysdale has turned against us and he's trying to get himself rid of us.

Youngers don't need shoes out here in Beverly Hills.

Well, good morning to you, Commerce Bank of Beverly Hills.

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

That's one thing we got out of Beverly Hills, a fine education for you.

You're going to get hot tar all over you.

I'm sorry you're such a mewly little fella.

Oh!

There he goes!