The Beverly Hillbilly.

All right, now this is your cooking test.

You can't beat a woman that looks city and cooks country.

Take your shoes off.

Say, that's a great idea.

Well, let's forget about San Francisco and go back to cooking school.

Oh, but I couldn't ask you ladies to give up your cooking lessons.

I suppose our husbands will want us to continue our cooking lessons from Granny.

If Granny can just learn them to cook, we got ourself a couple of crackerjack wives.

Yeah, sit here on your throne and we'll send our wives in for another cooking lesson.

She'll help him raise a chicken, she'll cook and sew and bake and help him raise a chicken.

Yeah, and if you can learn them to cook grits and jowls like yours, we're gonna write a song about you.

Hillbilly, that is.

The sooner the better.

You're the queen of the kitchen.

Watch the traffic.

That's the truth.

That's the truth.

You do the talking.

Probably the truck, honey.