That's all except Granny, she's a Moses, and Jethro, he's a Bodine.

And I understand you're quite a good shot.

Why, you just give old Duke the scent and he'll take it after it.

In fact, it's a copy of the one delivered into your hands.

I ain't sure, but I think it's called a studs.

And I'll whop up a great big dose of retchweed tonic.

It says a man who likes animals can't be all bad.

And as for answering it, well, Jethro says there's pertinently 18 million people in California.

A girl passes 18 and her chances of getting a husband... Mr. McLintock, will you please be quiet?

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

And you're going to feel a heap different when I get done with this.

He hugged her and he kissed her and right then is where I found out she was a heap like my daughter.

Were you carrying a gun the day you and your family crashed into the Johnsons?

And what with making a promise on the good book, I'm gonna be extra careful.

He had a bad day yesterday with the nags, and he got stoned last night.

Granny was working like a whirlwind, making possum, cooking grits, making tonic, and fixing hoses.

Well, no, sir, he don't, but he deserves the money, and I can afford to give it to him more if he needs it.

But isn't it a fact, Mr. Clampett, that in spite of all your millions, you are still frequently seen carrying a gun?

Well, you don't want to stand too close to a fire when you uncork it.

Well, sir, if it's all right with you, I'd like to go ahead and give that $100,000 to the Johnsons.