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So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
But your Uncle Jed's a millionaire.
Yeah, I hope he's keeping count of how much wire he's got.
It's only fair.
Besides, I'm keeping the trading stamps.
Well, Chief, I'm really impressed by the way you're taking this.
Why don't you forget about losing the Clampett account and start trying to get the Jennings account?
The Beverly Hillbilly.
Sounds a little like a bird call, don't it?
Yeah, too bad.
Oh, Jane.
I've been out for a long tramp in the woods and there's something I found out.
The tank's drier than dust.
You've got to spend a dollar to make a dollar.
How do you figure on making a living?
Oh, Jane.
What else is left to live for?
I'm just gonna let you folks know that I got a telephone in my truck now.
These things happen.
Well... Before you got the money.
For heaven's sake!
They're giving it back to me.
I met this old kook of a millionaire named Clampett once when I was writing a term paper.
My door is always open to American youth.
What do you mean?
Oh, Miss Hathaway!
The other two girls are waiting outside.
Well, it's your life, boy.
Let's go.
Oh, Chief, I couldn't.
I'll bet you the owner of these woods would let us share crop him if we asked him.
Well, be reasonable.
Howdy.