Oh, marvelous.

You're looking at the dark side.

You'll get juiced at eyeballs.

No, he's up at the Clampett estate.

It's Mrs. Drysdale again.

As we used to say at Vassar,

That must be Mrs. Drysdale.

These skinny old California foxes ain't worth shooting at. ♪

Another thing, this here sideways pump don't work at all.

If Margaret gets one look at those hillbillies next door, she'll leave me.

She does make rather a fetish at the family tree, but... But nothing.

I mean... Mrs. Drives, you're coming home?

Mrs. Drysdale's office, this is Hathaway speaking.

She'll only make my life... Mrs. Drysdale!

We can't go up to Palm Springs and leave our neighbor at a time like this.

The way I look at it, ain't nobody got a right to be ashamed of nobody else.

Well, for them, Mrs. Drives, I wouldn't see.

Oh, Margaret, don't you want to stop at home first and freshen up, take some medicine or something?

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

They're holding a beauty contest at the Springs this week and someone in this very room has the face and the figure to win.