The Indians Are Coming - The Beverly Hillbillies [S05E20]

It's what you call a genuine engine tick-tick.

Oh, Granny, him and Jelly, we don't air our family feelings in front of outsiders.

That day, Mr. Drysdale, that Crowfoot tribe will be on us like a pack of wolves, racing around the house on their war ponies, screeching their blood curdling yells, flinging their lances and tommyhawks, shooting their burning arrows.

Talk?

Well, do something to make it look like an Indian race.

Tell them to call out the cavalry.

Well, frankly, I find the high incidence of hydrocarbon and monoxide pollutants in your thermally inverted atmosphere very detrimental to proper respiration.

There has been no uprising.

There goes a good man, Jethro, but he's got one blind spot.

This has been a Filmways presentation.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Brewster.

Would you talk to her?

They've been laying back trying to catch us off guard.

But don't bring them to the Klavats.

He'll do anything to keep from admitting she's wrong.

Granny, these turnips are getting awful heavy.

And then... Fire the arrow right into his pickle barrel.

Well, good yet, I don't know how you made out with the Chief, but I sure gave his son a skinning.

She got cut off?

The ones that are on the warpath!

The engine's just coming out, all right, but they're just coming to talk.

I don't know if I hit me, but I sure got a mess of feathers.

The engines are coming.

Oil, that is.

Where's Mr. Clampett?