Spare the rod and spoil the child.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

I saw her on the truck when you drove up.

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

Well, hot diggity dog, we sure gonna give this store some class.

I got the barrel of pickles, the barrel of crackers, the potbelly stove, the checkerboard, and all the other stuff you wanted on the truck down there.

Hillbilly, that is.

You and Mr. Drydale can have eight or 10 good hot games while I cut his hair.

Still the most beautiful dress shop in Beverly Hills.

Granny says Beverly Hills ain't no place to run a store.

The bigger the loss, the bigger the tax write-off.

Well, Granny, I don't hardly think the stores in Beverly Hills open this early.

They are three of Beverly Hills' most distinguished citizens, a bank president and two multimillionaires.

That's the trouble with the young'uns today.

You're no longer the doorman at the house of Rene?

I am now the couturier for the house of Granny.

The house of Granny.

That's the burglar alarm.

Who's minding the store?

The police arrested Paul!