The Marriage Machine - The Beverly Hillbillies [S05E21]

Yeah.

Well, I think you're prettier than a mess of hog jowls and sweeter than a tub of sorghum.

Here it is.

Who is she?

This better be on the up and up, or you're going to be flatter than that card and just as full of holes.

Oh, I'd rather you be surprised.

A day.

But you can't fight science.

Now, let's continue finding out what kind of a person you are.

Oh, it's one of those computer dating outfits.

Set a spell.

That ain't the pan, it's the ladle.

Yeah, get it livened up a little.

Oh, he's not only rich.

All right.

Says she's your date.

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

Sheep dip.

What I'm trying to say is, uh, we hit it off just like we've known each other all our lives.

I'd be much happier married to a simple country boy.

Or plant taters?

I understand you've been clean through the third grade.

Then you're not the one.

No, uh, I'm just writing down the figures.

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