Here I am.

Except ain't as many trees for my critters.

I have a producer with me now.

I ain't much of a ladies' man.

As a matter of fact, I do.

Seeing as I own the place, least I can do is give him a hand.

Why, I can't even get a star to have lunch with.

Now, I have a plan to replace the studio with a housing development, and we'll call it Clampett City.

Granny, I got to admit, them movie folks do act like there's a few straws shy of a bale.

Pretty as you are, I bet you get a lot of them, too.

I'm sorry I complained, but a little dirt and brush don't bother me.

Set a spell.

A movie studio?

A magnificent animal.

He owns a studio!

Looks like a hometown.

I reckon I'd be more useful trying to help build a town than to make moving pictures.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor martineer barely kept his family fed.

Give McGon a 10-gallon hat and put him on a horse.

Here's a gun for you.