Back to Kansas City.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

That's a lot of pressure to hold back.

Oh, come back.

Yeah, I'm back again, Granny.

Y'all come back now, dear.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

And don't you come back, boy.

Somewhere out in back, I suppose.

If I didn't have my loving wife, Morty, back to home, I'd come a-courting you.

And take your worthless carcass back to the mud waller that you come from, you big bullfrog!

I'll come back when I can afford a truck.

Out back, planting the pawpaw tree that Lathe brung us.

She went all the way out in the woods, dug it up, toted it four miles back to the cabin.

Hillbilly, that is.

All the way from back home, just because I knowed it would pleasure you.

Boy, I'm not gonna miss those crazy little women back in Kansas City one bit.

Not when I got a big, strong, handsome, hard-workin', honest, likable, intelligent, unmarried son back home.

Pleased to meet you, Freddy.

Glad to meet you, Granny.