The Beverly Hillbilly.

Only one bad thing about putting you still here, Green.

Your wife is an intelligent woman.

Hillbilly, that is.

Granny, this is quite an array of medicines you have here.

Miss Hathaway, would you rather be an unemployed secretary or a spider with a raid?

If Margaret gets one look at those hillbillies next door, she'll leave me.

Oh, the doctors here are just as silly as the ones in Beverly Hills.

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

OK, Granny.

Come on, come on.

We's waiting.

Turn it a mite that way, Jethro.

What's that?

Dry Dale place is downwind.

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

She's a drinking woman.

How do you know, Uncle Jay?

Well, he kind of let it slip by.

Remember when we was unloading this from the truck?