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Nobun, I can't do it.

She could outdance me.

Well, hi there, Miss Drysdale.

Contrary to what Mrs. Drysdale has told you, Mr. Clampett is a man of vision and intelligence.

Must have been to a dozen of them.

Of course I'm all right.

And what do you think I got for my trouble?

That sounds like a good idea.

That's in Cousin Bessie.

What about, Granny?

I was balleying long before you or Miss Drysdale was ever born.

I'm Jed Clampett.

They must be plum desperate.

This ballet might be just a ticket to keep Granny from moving out.

I don't care if it's to bring the Beatles to ballet.

But the money is not for me.

That woman ain't never seen it, eh?

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up threw the ground from a bubble and crewed.

If they is, I ain't met them.

Chased off the property?

The nearest drive-in.

Well, it didn't work.

No, the food's better downtown.

No, he's upstairs in Granny's room.

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

Showed up by who?

Ain't it the truth?

Get him out of here.