My name is Clyde.

Daddy, your slightest wish is my creed.

Now, you... Mr. Drydale, let's take a little ride.

They've turned it into a rather charming little coffee house.

There are dozens of little annoying things you can do.

You just blew my gig.

Look what Jethro done to my firm up!

Well, my possum pizzas will bring them around.

And if they don't, my turnip tacos will.

No, because that ain't my beautiful daughter, that's Granny.

Yeah, you know, young folks has got to kick up the heels a little, wear funny clothes, dance funny.

Well, looks like I've been dropping my hook in a fish dot quicker.

Hillbilly, that is.

I'll get those beatniks out of my building if I have to spread gopher pellets in there.

Their rent is paid.

This here is Squaresville.

Well, Jed, what are you gonna do about my son to go to meetin' skunk-dyed muskrat muff?

That is the real Clyde.

Clyde, this is pure protest.

She is one of us.