The Beverly Hillbilly.

If there's one there, old Duke will treat it.

But it won't be a lie if the crappards are tricked into actually leaving town.

She always finds it or gets more.

Hillbilly, that is.

I'm either going to lose my wife or my largest depositor.

Now, I want the truth about the Clampetts or I'm flying home immediately.

Miss Hathaway, would you rather be an unemployed secretary or a spider with a raid?

Well, I sure can't see you, or else how would they know you're standing here?

Oh, Margaret, don't you want to stop at home first and freshen up, take some medicine or something?

The smell of your corn liquor or brewing is going to drive poor Miss Dry Dale right out of her mind.

If Margaret gets one look at those hillbillies next door, she'll leave me.

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

Oh, the doctors here are just as silly as the ones in Beverly Hills.

Keep your chin up.

Poor me.

Don't it just tear your heart out?

He is so ashamed of his wife, he don't even want us to meet her.

What he says, she won't be cured till Christmas of next year.

You better help me, Granny.