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

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

Here comes Uncle Jed, Granny.

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

I'm studying on this whole situation, Granny.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Granny, supposin' you make some poultices for the Johnsons.

I am not interested in what Granny has been doing.

Granny, I understand that you make very good moonshine whiskey.

Well, a granny shotgun, a Jethro's lever action, my pistol, my squirrel rifle... You needn't go on, Mr. Clampett.

Granny gets right on here when she ain't eat all day.

Yes, well, now then, Granny, do you sometimes carry a jug of this rheumatism medicine around with you?

Hillbilly, that is.

A lawyer.

Those hillbillies aren't coming back.

What's a bookie?

Find a critter.

That's a deadly lie!

Is that a complaint?

If you ask me, this is a heck of a place to spend recess.