Bonnie, Flatt, and Scruggs - The Beverly Hillbillies [S07E09]

Well, I'm supposed to be a fellow named John Dillinger.

Now, why couldn't I play a part like that?

Frightening noise?

Just call me Pretty Girl Floyd.

Aw, he recognized us.

All right, Mr. Platt, Mr. Scruggs, you may start the music now.

With that outfit, you're back in the 20s.

I'll teach you to keep me out of $7.50 rewards.

Mr. Platt?

We'll make a commercial where all the great bandits of the 30s converge on Los Angeles and clean out every bank, but when they get to mine, they are foiled by Superbanker.

Yesterday, I caught him burying a bone.

Well, aren't you going to come in and say hello to Mr. Flatton, Mr. Scruggs?

Well, gentlemen, I'm sure we all know what this is.

That's Pretty Boy Floyd.

Lester, how are you at skin and chinchillas?

This song will become a classic.

Good idea, Granny.

Take your shoes off.

But your money is always safe in the Thomas Bank of Beverly Hills, because it is protected by me.

Let me have your gun, Jethro.

We'll fight them at the cashier's cage!

Learning this old hound dog to fetch sticks.

I thought you said I was Bonnie.

And what's your excuse?

I guess we ought to explain these clothes we're wearing.