Ellie!

Ellie Mae!

No, Ellie.

This is his daughter, Ellie.

Mr. Drysdale, it's me, Ellie May!

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Ellie, run next door and tell Mr. Drysdale to get your pa out of jail, quick!

Well, as you're getting Ellie made dressed and fed and all, just throw me to take a quick run downtown, open up the store, lay a fire and sweep out and things like that.

Hillbilly, that is.

Bowing and scraping and opening up that flimsy glass door?

I will run home and get my sketches and designs.

And do it now!

Oh, and Madame Rene?

And I need a complete wardrobe for a world cruise, and quickly.

And you chew that map!

so he can stay and visit.

And it's the House of Horrors!

And it could only be worn by a woman of your beauty, charm, and bearing.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.