- How do I look with egg on my face? - Shh, shh.

I've sold the house.

You're letting Mrs. Drysdale sell the house?

The new house is 25 feet closer.

He never missed a spring that he didn't come to our house for collards and fatback.

Now he'll give me anything for my house.

You've been so sweet about selling the house.

I got him back from a fishing trip to look at your house.

Son, uh, we got a fine big house here with plenty of room.

That boon would have paid a quarter of a million for this house.

With the interest he charges, he could still get $200,000 for that house.

Tremendously talented, and yet modest and unassuming.

With frost and snow and slush and ice pouring out all over.

And he's been sitting up in the tree for the last three hours, waiting for me to go into the house so he can swoop down.

Cornbread and fatback and good old collard greens.

And getting closer.

and Miss Iceland.

And Granny's vittles.

And, oh, Margaret...

I've also got an option to buy the house on the other side of the Clampetts.