The Week Before Christmas - The Beverly Hillbillies [S07E13]

Yeah, I want to keep them that way.

Come live with me in Hooterville.

Nothing like this, not love letters, just newsy stuff.

We want Drydale!

It's Granny from Beverly Hills.

What happened?

Suspense is just killing me.

It's a water clock, an old Egyptian water clock.

He's eaten my...

You don't have to beg, Mr. Dreiser.

Did you get my letter?

Yes, sir.

And these are going to need stamps made of asbestos.

I ain't sure, but he said they could send me to the electric chair.

Y'all come back now, dear.

Uh, how do you know it's a clock?

Now, Granny, before you get your hopes up too high, you reckon them fragrances could be on account of Sam writing his letters on butcher paper?

You've got long arms.

Now I don't know whether Sam proposed to me or not.

Oh, but Fairchild likes it.

I aim to give him a good stiff jolt of anesthetic.

All right, you just make arrangements to get us to Hooterville, and I'll take it from there.

I reckon he liked it because it smelled of... bell belly.

Swimming poos, movie stars.

No.