You're a friend of Jed Clampett?

I never met the gentleman.

Miss Hathaway, what's the idea of letting this southern fried phony in my office?

He's got an appointment.

You said he had a million dollars.

Now throw him out.

Mr. Drysdale, before you make any rash decisions, what does this look like to you?

Like a wild old man after a sweet young girl.

Exactly.

Would you care to identify that wild old man?

Mr. Trenton, it was possible.

Yes.

Here are some others you might care to peruse.

They tell the story of a sweet, innocent country girl who was lured into the mansion of a Beverly Hills millionaire.

Once inside, this frightened maiden pleaded to be allowed the sanctuary of the YWCA.

But her pleas fell on deaf and decadent ears.

Now look, I don't... Whereupon is these pictures so clearly illustrate

the sanctity of her boudoir was brazenly invaded by this backwards bluebeard.

But Mr. Clampett did, my dear, and the scars upon the soul of this sweet simple maiden can be erased only by time.

Time and one million dollars.