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No, I think the Fetty has to go, too.

Why, if she saw him with you, why, she'd snatch him bald.

Get out of here, you crook.

Oh, come on now, don't go to ballin'.

Oh, he's calling that.

If I can learn you to talk as good as me, you'll fool the police for sure.

What you talking about?

Excuse me, Chief.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

I handle fraud, swindles, blackmails, things like that.

They're probably out right now tracking down that girl with their trusty bloodhound.

Colonel, I think we ought to go along with Mr. Clampett.

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

The goo in the slew gets mainly in your shoe.

You'd have never thought that she'd come from back in the... Give away who she is.

My name is Frank Richards.

The camera with which Emmeline Fetty took those incriminating pictures of Mr. Clampett.

And he ain't half as smart as me.

This young lady is a special investigator from the District Attorney's office.

They done nabbed us a swindler.

She deliberately tricked Mr. Clampett into a compromising situation and took pictures with Mr. Blackmail.

Where did you get those pictures?

Say, there's a name I could use.

No, no, you don't understand.

Oh yes, that's the young lady who claimed to be Emmeline Fetty from back in the hills.

Come over here.

Hanging's too good for you.

Let's hear you say, the goo in the slew gets mainly in your shoe.

You said, since the police were looking for a dumb old country girl,

Well, I know how to walk.

All I need's a surname.