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So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

You know I ain't no doctor.

Finish putting the chairs around for the next busload of sick folks.

Ma'am, please, ma'am, control yourself.

Uh, Mr. Drysdale, if we can't have this one made over to Granny, could we get her one of her own?

And you got to go to college to be a real doctor.

I've been spoke to, Granny.

What's the matter, Ellie?

Yeah, Ellie and Gray, and Jess will come back?

Dean Emerson, on behalf of Mr. Clampett, I am pleased to present this check to my old alma mater.

The crazy darn fool thing had sleeves that tied in the back.

And it's got her husband just raging mad.

Well, I ain't no bird doctor, but I can give her some breadcrumbs and straw and make her comfortable.

I mean... Open this door!

Well, that don't make no difference.

Sometimes makes you feel a lot better just to talk about it.

We all want to hear the inspiring story of how Mr. Clampett made his fortune.

I don't want to be within 10 miles of this place.

Now, hold on, mister.

I have done my last doctrine, and that's that.