The Beverly Hillbilly.

I want to go home.

You're prettier than a Christmas packet.

If I just had to find me some stairs, I'm going home.

For Vice President Browning.

Well, you better forget it for sure, because folks out here never vote for me for president.

Thanks for the lunch, Fleming.

Hillbilly, that is.

Only the best for President Clampett.

We'll be looking for you, President.

That rent's for $2,500 a month.

Fella just delivered it for Uncle Jed.

Jed ain't fancy enough for city folks.

Can't blame you for feeling proud, boy.

For all I know, we might be gonna make clamp codes, Mr. Drydale didn't say for sure.

Now, when you take her home, you bring back a can of turps and wash her name off the store.

Oh, I'm just toting it for practice, Granny.

She looks like she's dressed for a dance.

Well, there's room in here for all of us.

You're going to be secretary for the whole corporation.