It was eaten by a goat.

By the way, Mr. Clampett, just what is a chitlin?

Them's holler tubes that makes ringing sounds when struck by a plunger or striker.

Back home, we took our turn of corn to the gristmill down by Catfish Creek.

I'll save up a bunch of thrills for you, like churning and lye making and corn husking and chicken plucking and goat milking.

The clampet!

The Beverly Hillbilly.

I reckon the high society folks is the Indians.

It took out all the color and the curl too.

The word is ossified.

She wanted the telephone.

As direct descendants of the first family to settle Jamestown, you'll be celebrities, all of you.

And this here soap will take the sting out of the pain.

I'll be in the hospital.

Well, Miss Drossdale held one on her lap all the way to the bank.

We're just getting into the game.

That's the way society works, Jed.

Let's just start enjoying the game.

A direct contact with the past.

See, that's the way to live.