The Beverly Hillbilly.

The Clampetts came and captured Ravenswood.

Mr. Clampett, you have my word of honor.

The Clampett clan is fightin' mad, their honor's been besmirched.

And now the Clampett clan is here to even up the score.

You can't take her home for Christmas.

The Clampetts was a-planning for a wedding in the Vale, but they was duped.

We'll stop them at the gate or blast them at the barricades.

A little at a time.

Well, they're not at home.

But that woman shot at me.

We'll shoot at them through the porthole!

Hillbilly, that is.

Oh, Mr. Drydale, she shot at your hat.

Now, when Death Row counts three, we go at it!

Oh, listen, Granny, I heard you and Uncle Jed talking about what to get me for Christmas.

So, naturally, when they saw you walk in with your rifle, their first instinct was, well, it appeared to them that it was just... You're not mad, are you, Mr. Clampett?

Mrs. Drysdale returned to Boston with Sonny, and Mr. Drysdale's at the bank.

I dropped him off at the bank, and when I come back, they carried him off somewhere!

If that little old woman ever goes to throwing lead at you, you'll be casting a polka dot shatter.