The Clampetts and the Dodgers - The Beverly Hillbillies [S01E29]

Oh, praise be.

Oh, thank you very kindly.

The bank president canceled, the millionaire didn't show up, and we can't get a caddy.

I'll have to boil them.

Make sure we have the last of the salted down possibility.

Well, anyway, he got four birdies yesterday.

So what does that do for me?

Can't, too.

Wood bats?

You don't eat off of it, Granny.

Hitches, we need.

We can tote them clubs in these bags.

Say Jethro, are you sure that you can't throw without possum fat?

Have you ever been bat-bit?

How long can you throw like that?

Now, you tell Granny that I don't know when we get back, but we'll bring her some fresh-cut greens.

Well, no right to know, Granny, but they must be thicker than crows in a corn patch around here, because Mr. Drysdale says everybody in Beverly Hills shoots them.

And he still threw the ball that good.

I can't even see it.

Park it around in the back and ask for the greenskeeper.

Well, let's simmer down, Granny.

Golfs?

Easy if I could find a rock or something.

These people are pretty prosperous.

Yeah, yeah, that's the one.