Possession is nine-tenths of the law, after all.

As much as will fit in my nine stomachs.

I ain't done no active serenading and courting in nine out of 20 years.

Well, you tell me, what kind of folks lay in bed till after sun up and stays up till nine or ten at night?

Polite language does not excuse the doing of the crime.

And the sooner you're all out of Beverly Hills, the better.

Meantime, stay out of sight in the kitchen.

That is the surliest cleaning woman I've ever seen.

See, Mommy, even the Clampetts have a servant problem.

Yes, for the first time, I'm beginning to feel a common bond with them.

We're both members of an oppressed minority group.

Millionaires.

Oh, there you are.

Mr. Clampett, if I might be alone with Mommy for just a few moments, I think I shall be able to compose her.

Okay, Cynthia, just follow your nose to the kitchen.

Yeah, the grits and jowls will lead you right to the door.

Good girl, Winter!

Cynthia, did she say grits and jowls?

Yes, Mommy, doubtless the maid and the butler.

Now, come, do get a grip on yourself.