Mr. Clampett, Jethro, come in.

A Beverly Hillbilly.

Dear Clampett, you take my word for it.

Mr. Clampett, sir, I must ask you not to converse with my troops.

But with the Clampett estate as our defensive perimeter, why, the referees would give us the victory on strategy alone.

Sturms are forceful.

Well, there you are.

Here you are, Jethro.

You are the head mess maker.

Now, I gave my word to Jed Clampett, and when I give my word, I expect you to keep it.

How old are you, sonny?

Are you disobeying a direct order?

Hillbilly, that is.

Save Beverly Hills?

Who are you, sir, and what do you want?

Are you aiming to spend the rest of your life in school?

Well, first of all, the scholastic requirements for qualification are exceedingly stringent.

Are you saying it takes a heap of schooling to get in?

Well, I know how busy you are, sir, running this fine school.

Mr. Drysdale, are you sure this is what I'm supposed to wear?