The Thanksgiving Spirit - The Beverly Hillbillies [S07E10]

Granny's so proud of it, she feels like it's her own.

There won't be any bank if they leave.

I got matches.

I'm your man.

Howdy, Granny.

Can I be your flunky?

I ought to buy two raffle tickets to win that turkey.

You know something?

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Get out of the kitchen, you turkey buzzard.

I am supposed to cook it and serve 65 people in my tiny apartment?

He ain't only the storekeeper.

Thank you.

Wow, who's the blonde bombshell?

Oh, uh, Ellie, may your company be here any minute.

So we are.

I'm sorry, Milben, but Claude and I have to catch a plane to Boston.

One bank, one turkey.

And listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

As far as I'm concerned, you can go... Hooterville!

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

And they would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

We've got to be ready for measles or mange.

You're liable to sit at the table next to a good-looking, young, single fellow.

I want a kiss.