Y'all come back now, hear?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Come on, come on.

Come to think of it, that's how come she's in Boston.

All her hair come out.

Come look what we got!

Hillbilly, that is.

I mean... Mrs. Drives, you're coming home?

No, no dear, you mustn't come home yet.

This little thingamajig here makes a ringing noise like something.

Here she comes with the dress shrunk clear up to her.

Listen, honey, I've got my steel set up not 50 feet from your back door.

I'll tell her the crappards have left town and put her back on the plane.

But I know how anxious you are to get back to Boston and your doctors.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

I know, kid, but it'd be worth a little white lie to help a neighbor and save America.

Now you come on home and you and me will get glassy-eyed, fallen-down crot.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

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