Oh, please, Mr. Clampett.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

And there is no debtors' prison, no torture for those overdrawn at the bank.

The figure is the Earl of Clampett himself.

All hail his majesty, Earl of Clampett!

The way of royalty is not the way of the Clampetts.

Gee, Mr. Clampett is hardly prepared for such honors.

I am the head baller to His Majesty, the Earl of Clampett!

The Clampetts will stay at the castle, I'll be up in London receiving the honors, banking the money.

Are you revotin'?

Where are ya?

There you are.

Do you think the Crown will overlook your services in converting the peasants of Possum Ridge into the keepers of Clampett Castle?

Hillbilly, that is.

You are not an oaf.

I know you consider this a great financial opportunity for you and your bank, but think about the Clampetts for a moment.

I get the Clampetts all steamed up to go to England and claim their castle, and you destroy everything with your big mouth.

Well, you are in thick petticoat.

What are you doing dressed like that?

Mister, are you going to give us our passport?