There ain't no fish in there.

I ain't fishing for fish.

I'm fishing to figure how I can get home.

Granny, I've been doing some figuring too.

You know, I think I got it figured out.

How come the neighbors ain't come to visit us?

I'm listening.

Well, the way I got it figured, out here in Beverly Hills, instead of them coming to see us, we go to see them.

How come?

You reckon they'll give us a mess of powder or something, Pop?

Or maybe some salted down pasta?

Probably, so lie on us.

I'm not expecting anyone, Agnes.

Oh, it's probably just some children playing trick-or-treat, ma'am.

Howdy, ma'am.

We's the Clampetts.

You got something for us?

Are you rather big for this?

Yes, ma'am, we are.

In fact, I don't see how anybody gets through that little door.