The Beverly Hillbilly.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

If I don't like movie star, then I'll go back to brain surging.

You all come back now, hear?

She won't be back for a spell, Granny.

I'd be right pleasured if my family would just go back to acting like my family again.

Hillbilly, that is.

Sheeve, we weren't expecting you back for a couple of days.

Chief, if I solve this problem, may I have my job back?

Mr. Clavitt, I want to talk to you.

You're welcome to that.

Hop to it, boy.

You're something to see.

Glad to do it.

Do you want me to take my shotgun to that rascal?

I hate to bother you.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

That is to say, fine now.

But when able-bodied folks have to have their riddles toted up to bed to them, I think it's downright sinful and lazy.