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Margaret.
Yes, sir.
Come on, dear, I'm sure you want to rush out and buy yourself a new wardrobe to celebrate your husband's promotion.
I can't do nothing no more.
Call me Marty, Marty, the way Clamber does that kills me.
Nothing riles me like chickens in the kitchen.
Thank you very much.
If Mr. Ransyhoff is coming, then he's all coming, because he's the boss.
We'll hire it for the night.
Are we going to dinner or not?
But Uncle Jed, he wouldn't let me tell you.
Look, we'd like to get in the spirit of the party.
Yeah, Shirley MacLaine married.
Seal it with a kiss.
All right, everybody.
Marty, Marty.
Susan Hayward married.
Now, May, get this chicken out of here.
You, Mr. Clampett, you.
We're right proud of Jeff.