The Christmas Present - The Beverly Hillbillies [S05E15]

Would that be better?

Mind-reading potion, smoky and green, deepest dark secret never been seen.

Ho, ho, ho.

Boy, you should have seen Miss Drysdale.

Good.

But it lasts as long as a snowflake on a hot griddle.

Besides, I was just too embarrassed to try and sell them flimsies and the like.

The least any of them will haul your wife's rummies to the sale for us, five dollars.

Money?

You'll have to quit now, Mr. and Ms.

It's the thought behind it.

Come in, come in.

You were too cheap to donate any of your old clothes.

But first, Santa Claus has got something for you, Miss Drysdale.

Please, come take a look.

Well, you should have give it to her.

Say, do you think you could come over and pick up some of my wife's things at my house and take them over to Brentwood for me?

And remember that time when we hired out and done chores and sold eggs so as we could buy a new set of teeth for the winter crabtree?

Why, half of them don't even make $25,000 a year.

I did.

Oh, very well.

Yes, ma'am, I sure would, ma'am.

She was admiring something I know she didn't have the money for.

Oh, season's greetings, Mrs. Drysdale!

You'd look silly in a beard.