There's no trip at all in this car.

Come on.

They'll start going around if they see me in this car here with you.

You go on home.

That's what's going on.

Why, folks would see me riding in this big, shiny car with a tall, good-looking city fella.

Well, there's a bath going on.

Come on in and have some.

Oh, I ain't never slept on one of them.

I says, not me sister, bring on them cookies.

Have you seen... What in the world's going on here?

What did that Bradshaw girl say when you said, bring on them cookies?

On one of these days, you and me's gotta have a long talk.

There's that snoopy Alberta Bradshaw and her big-mouthed door setting on my front porch.

It did, but we bring them along and put them on the beds out here.

I promise, Cousin Jed, I'd keep an eye on the old home place for him.

Paul said he heard tell that folks sometimes live one family right on top of another.

How long do you think that's gonna last if we go throwing it away on store-bought soap?

Wait, no sooner was I inside, the big mouth, she puts a music record on the phonograph machine and commences to sashayin' around, a-twistin' and a-turnin'.

The Beverly Hillbillies!