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Mr. Drysdale, listen, you can't let a nice, decent girl like that go out with a cad like me.
He'll be alright in a minute.
Is that her, Pop?
Well, I'm glad to see you have some sense of propriety.
Here you are, Chief.
Shake her down a little.
Ellie is your daughter, and if you want her to become one of them Hollywood flibberdy gibbets, go ahead.
Right.
Protection from what?
Oh, the stories I could tell you.
But what are you waiting for?
Who is she?
Mad about her.
Why, honey, I'm just solid moral fiber from head to toe.
Is that clear?
I can't make a picture with Mr. Clampett's daughter.
That's the one I'm talking about.
Go get me a sandwich, sweetheart.
But if it's all the same to you, I'd rather not produce Ellie's picture.
Hop on.
Can't you see?
Are you kidding?
Have what?
Figures.
I came to talk about us.
I just been feeding my critters.
Set a spell.