The Beverly Hillbilly.

I want to go home.

You're prettier than a Christmas packet.

If I just had to find me some stairs, I'm going home.

For Vice President Browning.

Well, you better forget it for sure, because folks out here never vote for me for president.

Thanks for the lunch, Fleming.

Hillbilly, that is.

That rent's for $2,500 a month.

Only the best for President Clampett.

We'll be looking for you, President.

Jed ain't fancy enough for city folks.

Fella just delivered it for Uncle Jed.

Can't blame you for feeling proud, boy.

For all I know, we might be gonna make clamp codes, Mr. Drydale didn't say for sure.

Now, when you take her home, you bring back a can of turps and wash her name off the store.

She looks like she's dressed for a dance.

Oh, I'm just toting it for practice, Granny.

Well, there's room in here for all of us.

This corporation is just a formality for tax purposes.