The Beverly Hillbilly.

Hillbilly, that is.

None of the fun.

What, kind of drinking?

The Clampett's gardener shouldn't leave his car parked in the front driveway that way.

Of course he can, it's psychosomatic.

The Clampetts of Justice government celebrated.

How would you like for a member of your family to become princess of Palm Springs?

You think that's a lot of bottles?

Ain't that a stroke of luck, Granny.

What kind of a dress is that?

Are you taking good care of him?

Well, darling, they're probably out of town.

How's he like half of this year?

Well, he kind of let it slip by.

and let no son of mine wear it.

He even made a hypochondriac out of you.

The smell of your corn liquor or brewing is going to drive poor Miss Dry Dale right out of her mind.

I'm sorry, Ellie Mae, but I just don't cut into the notion of a bunch of strangers gawking at your bare limbs.

Over here on this side of the cement pond, Jebrew.