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Come on, give me your wing.

That's what he eats, Granny.

Don't let that squirrely TV doctor get his hands on her.

If your husband's aim wasn't so bad, we'd have an awful mess here.

Yeah, like Pa done yesterday.

Oh, if that's that little girl, you might as well bring her right on in here to the operating room and letting young Dr. Bodine go right to work on her.

Yes, ma'am, Granny.

All right, folks.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Oh, you pretty little darling.

I don't care who cranny her.

How do you cure the vapors?

Here you are, Mr. Clampett.

You're the one who knows all that stuff.

Get your part of the truck out of the way.

I don't want nothing.

What you doing, boy?

I can tell you right off that we gotta change what you eat.

But I reckon it's like the old saying goes, nothing graces a chute like money.

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

We love you, too.

Why did the three of you put together couldn't take a wart off a nilpickle?

Well, I ain't a gonna do it.

There's a woman waiting to see Granny, and she's stripped down to her fancy underwear.

You got the name, now you play the game.

Well, I'm afraid, uh... Well, you see, a doctor's degree is very rarely bestowed.