Lately, she's getting more and more positive about it.

Take your hat off when you speak of the president.

Well, he ain't president no more.

I'll have no Yankee talk in my kitchen.

Now, Jethro, you and me is going back out there and corner that chicken.

Granny, you get your fire to going.

Ellie Mae, you sweep up out front and keep your eyes open for that Miss Hathaway.

I'm counting on her to take you in hand and get you in the right kind of clothes.

Come on.

You there, young man.

I ain't a young man, but I sure do thank you for thinking so.

Good heavens, you're a girl.

Yeah.

I'm Jane Hathaway, Executive Secretary to Mr. Drysdale, and you, I take it, are a domestic of some sort, cleaning your house maid.

Just what are your duties with Mr. Clampett?

Well, he sent me out here to sweep up, but he said you'd take me in hand and get me the right kind of clothes and everything.

Indeed I shall.

We have a complete servant's wardrobe from chef to chauffeur.

Come with me.

What in the name of Thomas Chippendale is this?