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You're not Mr. Clampett, are you?

Actually, the Clampetts purchasing a racehorse may have many advantages, both financial and otherwise.

Where'd Miss Jane say they was going?

Well, Granny, there she is, all decked out and ready to go.

That's all right.

I don't blame her.

The Beverly Hillbilly!

The nature of Mr. Clampett's Corp was such that I felt justified in coming here.

I want them to see that horse this afternoon and fall in love with it.

Here, Ellie, right up here.

That's a good girl.

There ain't even a place to put your feet.

What are you doing here?

Now hold on, Granny.

It seems that Granny is most... If you two are going to discuss those revolting hillbillies, I'm going to the turf club.

She'll be along in a minute.

Pa bought a horse?

Take out a head start on him.

I seen three of them just while I was driving.

Got yourself a mighty fine trotter there.

Is that a fact?

It's your fault.

Something wrong at the bank?

You know what I'd do if this thing was mine?

Doc says Lady Belle was bred and trained for nothing but racing.

What do you think of her?

Oh, Jed, I feel so grand driving around Beverly Hills in a nice shiny buggy with yellow wheels and black leather seats and a red fringe on the top.

Congratulations, Chief.

Penny, I think you're gonna be real happy with this mare.