And bring them guns and, uh...

Here's Granny and, uh, Jethro and Ellie Mae.

You know, graduate, cap and gown, pomp and circumstance, mom and dad, the new watch.

And it wasn't easy.

Oh, grits and greens, a little side meat now and then.

We do, and we shall.

And Ellie Mae just ruined me.

Can we go inside and talk?

Every day and I'm sick of them.

Hot and tickety dog, you heard her!

And the Clampetts are his serfs, his vassals.

Oh good, here comes Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.

Ah, they're fixing the fire and squatting me.

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

Yes, I am, and it's not squalid, it's clean.

It's Granny's birthday, and we's having a square dance.

Starving, dying of thirst, and they can still dance.

Terminate this cacophonous din instantly and permanently, or else...

Hope you'll stay and share vittles with us, ma'am.

Who they... And yet, you expect your neighbors to tolerate a condition like that in the most fashionable street in Beverly Hills.