Dash Riprock, You Cad - The Beverly Hillbillies [S03E17]

Well, we owe it to Ellie to give it a try.

Hello, Ellie.

I don't see what's so complicated about it, Mr. Drysdale.

It boils down to this.

That movie studio of mine is crawling with them.

Look at me like that with those big, happy, trusting eyes.

See you later.

I think I have whittled up the reason why them Hollywood fellas keeps dropping Ellie and running off with Miss Jane.

Dash Riprock.

That poor girl is lower than a hog's chin on market day.

Right to parlor, and get ready to be mobbed.

I reckon you'll be wanting this.

These and a jug of carrot juice will bring you an evening of ecstasy, sir.

Cod liver oil of my companionship.

And then you'll stomp right up to the clappers and make a pitch for Ellie Mae.

Well, he's awful cute, Wilbur.

Oh, Ellie, honey, uh, run up and put on your prettiest dress.

Who?

Fortunately, you have a well-stocked library.

But stealing a kiss or two ain't exactly a shooting crime.

Come on in.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

I've been watching he-in and she-in for nigh on to 75 years.

Do I have to wear this here thing?

You see, Dash, it dries the old nose of your reputation as a playboy.