Ellie!

Ellie Mae!

No, Ellie.

This is his daughter, Ellie.

Mr. Drysdale, it's me, Ellie May!

The Beverly Hillbillies.

And I need a complete wardrobe for a world cruise, and quickly.

Ellie, run next door and tell Mr. Drysdale to get your pa out of jail, quick!

Besides, we don't need no door opener.

Well, as you're getting Ellie made dressed and fed and all, just throw me to take a quick run downtown, open up the store, lay a fire and sweep out and things like that.

Hillbilly, that is.

A, keep the clamp-a-toppy.

Granny says Beverly Hills ain't no place to run a store.

Wait a minute.

Set a spell.

Set a spell.

Something granny always wanted, a store with a barber chair.

Unless it's a barber.

Well, that's a dress.

It's a friendly store.