Oh, good, good.

He hasn't got a wife, has he?

Good girl, Winter!

That's a good idea.

Ellie Mae, be sure they're scoured good and don't leak.

There's many a good tune left in an old fiddle.

And plenty of room to splash around and work up a good leather.

And the sooner you're all out of Beverly Hills, the better.

Meantime, stay out of sight in the kitchen.

That is the surliest cleaning woman I've ever seen.

See, Mommy, even the Clampetts have a servant problem.

Yes, for the first time, I'm beginning to feel a common bond with them.

We're both members of an oppressed minority group.

Millionaires.

Oh, there you are.

Mr. Clampett, if I might be alone with Mommy for just a few moments, I think I shall be able to compose her.

Okay, Cynthia, just follow your nose to the kitchen.

Yeah, the grits and jowls will lead you right to the door.

Cynthia, did she say grits and jowls?

Yes, Mommy, doubtless the maid and the butler.