Not me and you, Jethro.

You see what I mean, Jethro?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Ah, Jethro, Granny says she had trouble scrubbing the winter.

Come on, Jethro, let's go home and have some possum.

Yeah, Jethro, scoot up the back way and get some clothes on.

Now, Ellie, you and Jethro delivered them that box of clothes, right?

Jethro, I've seen places with little or nothing in them, but this is pitiful.

Well, Jethro, you couldn't squeeze enough stuff in this place to make it fit for two women to live in.

When they get down to the pond, Jethro, you commence the soapin' and the scrubbin' and the splashin' and they'll get the idea.

Jethro and Ellie tells me that right across the front of this little house of hers, she's got as big as life Fenwick House.

Hillbilly, that is.

Why, you loutish hillbilly.

I'll have you drummed out of Beverly Hills.

It's probably the only purely existentialist car in Beverly Hills.

And the sooner you're all out of Beverly Hills, the better.

I never knew there were so many needy folks in Beverly Hills.

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

Now, come on, let's not be the last millionaires in Beverly Hills to get the new look.

What problem, Uncle Jim?