Wake up, Herbie!

But we can wake him up!

He's really wrapped up in that gorilla.

Keep this up and somebody's gonna get hurt.

We'll let that stuck-up gorilla eat by himself.

Ain't my riddles good enough for his doodled up ape?

I don't want you drinking none of that gassed up cider.

I didn't mean... Oh, no, I... I cooked up for three gallons.

Here, you dish up Mr. Drysdale a great big heapin' heppin' of possum.

You fix him back and I'll fan his tail till he lights up like a lightning bolt.

If Herbie hadn't had the wind at his back, he'd never got it up to his mouth.

We'll take you home and fatten you up with some of Granny's possum soup.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Yeah, let's get him back.

Y'all come back now, hear?

We'll be up all night with him walking the floor, while he dumpers you chaps.

Oh, say, that mean gorilla we fetched home from the zoo kind of tore up Herbie's working clothes.

Please, Pa, let's get Herbie back.

You're going back to the Clampetts.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.