Stop calling him that!

You like her better than Miss Jane?

I just call it rheumatism medicine.

Chief, Mr. Peters is calling from the Clampett house.

Well, she is brewing up what you call a love conjure.

As you know, this agreement calls for your exclusive services as an escort to Ellie Mae Clampett.

Well, so has Granny, but I'm afraid what she's got cooking is liable to blow her and the windows plum out of the kitchen.

A love conjure?

Yeah, I don't hold much store with it myself, but Granny thinks that she can conjure up a fella right out of thin air.

Now wait a minute, maybe she can.

Do you believe in such things?

I remember one time back home it brought every fella within five miles of running.

Really?

Yep, she set the cabin on fire.

It's a dry deal.

That ain't very funny.

Of course, I'm very sorry.

But Ellie May will get a fellow.

I guarantee it.

When I throw my Love Conjurer on it, I want that smoke to blow all over town.