The Beverly Hillbilly.

Granny's cooking up hog jowl.

I pressure-cooked 16 pounds of grits.

You know, sir, when Granny Pressure cooks the grits,

Yep, they do it every time I pressure cook them.

Take your shoes off.

Chip off the old block, I'll wager.

I'll just let off the brake and push it.

Freddy, can I take off my court dress now?

Hillbilly, that is.

You gotta make that girl your finance before Granny runs us off.

Well, now, Mr. Drysdale seems to set a great store by young Fern Pond, uh, simply.

What he means is, they hadn't fallen off in the tree yet, and he had to pick them.

Luke shored over to General Store and simply bought these off a fella that worked at the racetrack in Hot Springs, Arkansas.

Out here in Beverly Hills, you can sack it and sell it.

You're the head of the Trampled Clan.

That's the truth.

Get the corton.

The giant jackrabbit?

Answer the man.