Marvelous.

Marvelous.

You say Mrs. Drysdale is here?

Oh, she has arrived, Mrs. Drysdale.

Oh, forgive me, I'm Mrs. Smith-Sandy.

Now, I'm just mortified, Mrs. Smith-Stanish.

Mrs. Miss Tandy, surely there must be some ghastly mistake.

Drive on out to the airport and pick up Mrs. Smith-Standish.

Oh, Mrs. Drysdale, I hope you appreciate the historical significance of this opportunity.

Well, it's a night tricky at first.

Oh, Mrs. Smith-Dandish, don't forget you promised to let my wife wash dishes, too.

Mr. Drysdale, I am certain the Clavin's would not do violent harm to Mrs. Smith-Standish.

I offered to show Mrs. Drysdale how to make it, but she didn't care to learn.

Every place we went, folks stared at us.

I reckon it's staring more at a horse.

Do I have your permission to put everything in readiness for the arrival of Mrs. Smith-Standish?

Say, Mrs. Smith-Stanish, if you like old things, just wait till you get into this trunk.

I just don't think that Mrs. Drysdale is gonna be too quick about giving you a leg up.

You ask me, they were staring at this old truck.

My dear Mrs. Drysdale, it may interest you to know that I have established almost beyond a doubt that Mr. Clampett here is a direct descendant of the first man to come ashore at Jamestown, Virginia, May 13th, 1607.