In Beverly Hills?

In Beverly Hills?

Hills, that is.

But this is Beverly Hills.

Then why don't you take her back to the hills?

Not since we left the hills, but near two years ago.

I've chosen this section of Beverly Hills for a mansion-to-mansion survey.

They'd starve if their family didn't send them food packages from back in the hills.

Why, if it wasn't for Mr. Drysdale, we'd all still be back in the hills.

You see, today is her birthday, and she's been kind of homesick for the hills lately.

You mean you have to make your own soap?

If I wanted, I do.

Well, can't you just get it from the dry stales?

Oh, shucks, no.

They use that fancy store-bought stuff.

Much too highfalutin for folks like us.

Sure is.

My sociology professor will never believe this.

Fireplace don't draw too good, Granny.

Dad, I'm so grateful to have a fire to cook over again that I don't mind breathing a little smoke.