The clampet!

The clampets are so uncouth, so unrefined.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

I don't want to hear any more complaints about the clampets.

Now, if Mrs. Miss Standish verifies that the clampets are indeed first family material, then you too will be in the spotlight.

Get through.

Get some coffee, I'll get her walking.

Hillbilly, that is.

Well, come on, let's get in there and get at it.

We're just getting into the game.

Did it get smashed, too?

We're getting ready for the reunion reel.

Did that old goat get it?

Come on, everybody's getting all dressed up.

Well, you're getting me in one of them wigs.

Mrs. Drysdale, you really must get a grip on yourself.

I've got to come down to earth long enough to get confirmation.

I don't think I want to get mixed up in this nonsense.

Now, Miss Smith-Standish wants us all to get dressed for reeling.

I better go... Ain't nobody can get you there faster than we can, Miss Drysdale.