These letters was wrote way last summer.

I don't recall Jethro mentioning Isabel's name since way last summer when she won that beauty contest.

I still can't figure out where you found vittles enough to put on all that weight since last summer.

I reckon you're as proud of them as I am of mine.

Why, of course you don't.

Well, that's mighty nice of you.

But of course, they're not perfect.

Jed Clampett's a man of honor.

Granny, you little old boss of you!

You get that thing out of here.

I'm taking my essay out of here.

Well, Leif, we got plenty of room to take care of you and Essie Bell right here.

You're going to have a butler running ahead of you, opening doors, all kinds of things like that.

Guess Rowe got out of line, did he?

Now, Jethro, you get a hold of yourself.

I'm in trouble with a lot of women.

You're as pretty as a fistful of pink hollyhocks.

Come on, Ellie, we'll make a pot of coffee.

I want to hear Jethro's side of this first.

Well, it ain't nothing to be ashamed of, son.