Mr. Clampett.

Congratulations, Mr. Clampett.

My name is Clampett.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Oh, no, no, Mr. Clampett.

What is the job, Mr. Clampett?

Mr. Clampett, this is my oil.

Mr. Clampett, you don't need a job.

I respect Mr. Clampett a great deal.

Mr. Clampett will be here any minute.

Just tell him Mr. Clampett owns your biggest oil field.

Now you've given me Jed Clampett to shove down his throat.

Well, that's, uh... Well, that's very kind of you, Mr. Clampett.

Mr. Clampett, how many barrels an hour is this well of yours producing?

I can appreciate the fact that Mr. Clampett owns some valuable real estate.

All those who favor Mr. Clampett's election to the board of directors, raise their hands.

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Melbourne, regardless of how it makes them feel, I have got to tell the Clampetts the truth.

Melbourne, you should put Mr. Clampett in a job that sounds useful but doesn't contribute anything.

The directorship on your board might be just the thing to keep Mr. Clampett busy, but out of trouble.