Hold on, Ellie Bane.

You, Ellie Mae, Pearl.

Hey Mark, Randy, Elly, Mike!

Ellie will bring her right over.

Ellie Mae, you go on outside.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, he's outside right now, frisking around with that there white dog that Ellie Mae calls Cotton Patch.

I reckon it was clipped that way, Ellie Mae, but the fella that done it must have had the clippers in one hand and a jug in the other.

Hillbilly, that is.

And so natural.

It's that horrible hillbilly bee.

And with that, you don't need young and good-looking.

And you're rich, too.

And she's pretty, too.

He had a clip, and a manicure, and a dye job.

She's running and jumping and just playing around and... What are you holding under the table, Uncle Jay?

I am going out and dig myself a root cellar and crawl in and lock it so I can get a little peace and quiet.

And so is the love nest for Claude and his beautiful bride.

Your necktie and your derby.

And them's his best socks.