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He asked me if he could do some wildcatting down by the slough.
Mr. Clampett is my largest depositor.
What's a smog?
He said he reckoned I'd be moving away from here soon.
I beat him with a rock.
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
Ain't it, Jed?
Boy, shut up.
Well, they ain't paid me nothing yet.
Maybe you better sit down for a spell.
Her friends were not the kind you and I have.
I could keep him out in the smokehouse.
THAT'S PUTTING IT MILDLY.
Million dollars?
If I don't, then I'mma come and hightail it right back here, and me and you will set up housekeeping all by ourselves.
Since you're a friend of Mr. Drydale's here, I reckon you're welcome.
We're glad to get rid of the critters.
What was it?
I guess back in the hills where you come from, I'd be a tax collector.
This time you'll get a completely different reception.
Ellie Mae, you sound the alarm if you see that revenue man coming.
Will I go to school and wear fancy dresses like city girls?
Well, if you think it's been unbelievable so far, wait till you hear the rest of it.
What's a petroleum?
I ain't been.
Ain't got no snow out there.
That sure would.
I'm not a revenuer, Mr. Clampett.