The Boarder Stays - The Beverly Hillbillies [S03E12]

Like what?

All right, y'all ready to start this trial?

Well, first I must say, my wardrobe innovations met with dazzling success.

This has been a Filmways presentation.

I'd like to prepare for you a gourmet dinner.

But I'll explain it as I go along.

Well, after a night of terror, during which my bedchamber was overrun with raccoons, possums, monkeys, and other weird vertebrates, I attempted, under cover of dawn this morning, to evacuate our cultural beachhead.

We ain't had a meal like that in weeks.

That didn't taste bad neither, once we poured hot gopher gravy over it.

Now, Pinkney, don't run out on us.

Pretty soon now.

Mr. Pinkney skipped out on his rent and taken our chickens with him.

Sir, I won't go into all the reasons why I want to spend a week here, but suffice it to say, there are a thousand of them.

Granted.

Quite so.

Those hillbillies need you.

Oh yeah, I do, Mr. Pickney, but you can't hardly blame old Duke.

This is a cricket bat, and I'm wearing the padding and the gloves as a protection when I do the catching.

We consider it a bit dangerous.

Besides, I don't know where you'd get another one like this.

He's getting along in years, and it kind of warms his bones to lay out in the sun.

Now, before we progress sartorially, let us pause for a brief lesson in English pronunciation.

Be careful, he's gonna burn this house down.

Mr. Drysdale, sir, in my 40 years as a butler, I have served in some unique households and run afort some bizarre families.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.