Thank goodness.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

Granny says Beverly Hills ain't no place to run a store.

It'll give the three of us a good chance to visit.

Yeah, that's a good lesson for you, Jethro, for all young'uns.

You and Mr. Drydale can have eight or 10 good hot games while I cut his hair.

The house of Granny.

The House of Granny?

The House of Rene.

At the crack of dawn.

It's the House of Grenade.

The House of Rennie does.

They've changed it from the House of Rene to the House of Granny.

There ain't nothing like a free dip into the pickle barrel and a friendly game of checkers beside the stove to get a customer to feeling good.

And it's the House of Horrors!

I got the barrel of pickles, the barrel of crackers, the potbelly stove, the checkerboard, and all the other stuff you wanted on the truck down there.

The bigger the loss, the bigger the tax write-off.

Any sign of Jethro?

You're no longer the doorman at the house of Rene?

I am now the couturier for the house of Granny.