The Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, not more than a day or two.

They gonna send me to God or plague!

With the gardener, four or five, I guess.

Did you pay them more or less than now?

Terminate this cacophonous din instantly and permanently, or else...

Hillbilly, that is.

Did you employ more or fewer servants five years ago?

I can listen to my wife or face an ugly mob.

Or would be if Budinsky's like you would leave them alone.

Jed, does that mean we can dance or we can't dance?

No, but if I can watch her for a minute or two, I'll be able to pick it up.

No, but... A single crumb of a birthday cake with candles on it or hear my kinfolk singing to me?

I demand that you cease at once, or I'll have this cabin dismantled and hauled away to the city dump.

In Beverly Hills?

In Beverly Hills?

Well, now, I can't let you give me no camera or recorder, but I will take a look at that sociable professional.

But this is Beverly Hills.

I've listened to you sing the hillbilly blues that's coming out of my ears.

It was him that fixed it so we could live on this grand estate.