That's true, Granny.

I'm ready, Granny.

A Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, don't worry, Granny.

Granny, I'm awfully busy.

Now, this is Granny.

Granny, you called me.

Granny, you know he's had breakfast.

How long did you study with them, Granny?

And stop bothering Granny, and all the Clappetts!

Well, Mr. Cratchit, how's Granny's hair pullers working?

But Granny, it's five o'clock in the morning.

He claims that Granny doesn't have a medical school diploma, or even a license to practice medicine.

Granny rode a mule all the way to Timbo, Arkansas just to study with John and Elvira Hopkins.

It's the early bird that catches the worm.

♪ ♪ I will fight my clampest battles and protect them night and day ♪ My doggies, Granny, I never realized Mr. Drysdale was such a scrapper.

I'm in trouble too, Granny, because I don't belong to something called the Teeth Whittler's Union or the Harness Mender's Guild.

A shrine.

He's nothing but a nitpicker, a busybody.

It's a deal.