The Beverly Hillbilly.

I can give him Senna, or sassafras, or dandelion, or juniper, or horse mint.

Or what?

Likely from Chicago or someplace.

And I shall not flag or fail.

We must be about four or five miles off.

Hillbilly, that is.

You best let go of him or that fighting you were talking about is going to commence right here in the hall.

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

Come on, you be in the first one, I'll uncork the jug for you.

Ooh-wee!

Look at the boardinghouse reach on that rascal.

Young lady, and I use the term loosely, where is your mistress?

Mrs. Drysdale.

Oh, she's next door.

Want me to run and fetch her?

No, I shall see her in good time.

Well, come on in.

No wonder Mrs. Drysdale was frantic to engage my services.

What an appalling domestic staff.