Anything at all.

You met him at the airport.

We ain't shootin' at the board, Granny.

See that tree at the bottom of the holler?

Money hasn't changed them at all, huh?

Tell Perkins to pick me up at the Clampetts.

You can sell them at a nice profit.

I threw Pertney at the town, but he gave me the slip.

They told me at the club to rush right home.

Well, there just ain't no sport at this distance.

Now look, I'm glad to have you stay at the house.

Well, go over there and command them to cease at once.

One look at those savages and he'll take the next plane back to Boston.

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

and drive the nails through the other way?

The Beverly Hillbillies.

That's the truth.

Call the FBI!

What's the matter?

That's the part they put up on the wall.