Mr. Clampett!

Mr. Clampett!

Go outside for a while, Granny.

Where are you going?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Can we go inside and talk?

And the Clampetts are his serfs, his vassals.

The Clampetts are staying right where they are.

No, but... Oh, here comes Mr. Clampett.

Well, why did you go over there?

Let go of me, you vile beast!

I'll go around to the kitchen and put the candle to the cake.

Gertrude, give me them guns and go fetch your granny back.

Yeah, I reckon you're going to feel the same way about it.

Well, now, I want you to go out and get some wood and lay it by, because the first thing your granny's going to want to do is start cooking.

Well, we was going to do that, but your husband was dead set against us leaving.

Take a good look, Professor, and then I'll take you around back and show you where the Clampetts live, the poor people who take care of this beautiful estate.

Hillbilly, that is.

I am expecting my bridge club, and we cannot possibly concentrate on our game with this dreadful uproar going on not 50 feet from my patio.

A cabin?