Clampett?

Jed Clampett.

Clampett, vice president.

Clampett, vice president?

Clampett, my new vice president.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

But, Mr. Hacker, Mr. Clampett is out.

Mr. Clampett, what are you shooting at?

The Clampetts wouldn't do anything that foolhardy.

Jed Clampett was taught to leave things clean.

Ellie Mae Clampett, did you drag home another pussycat?

I'm afraid Mr. Clampett is no longer employed here, ma'am.

Isn't he Clampett's nephew, the one he shoots flies off the wall with?

I think there's a world of things you can do to help me, Mr. Clampett.

The skeet championship out the window, and now those crazy Clampetts are shooting at passing cars.

Hillbilly, that is.

He said, Mr. Clampett, you are the kind of man I need for vice president because you are a straight shooter.

And since Mr. Clampett here just happened to be my vice president... Sure was a stroke of luck for me to get that job just in time to shoot with you.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

How do folks live in these Beverly Hills without the necessities of life?