He's my friend.

That's right, friend.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

Wilkins, the Clampetts are my next-door neighbors, my largest depositors, and my personal friends.

Dust in my house?

I figured I'd let little Lucy see what it was like to catch a big old catfish.

Well, it's none of my business.

I put on my prettiest dress.

You promised to help me with my homework.

And they always telephone me on my birthday.

And then, when the cork all of a sudden ducts under the water, then you know old Mr. Fish has grabbed the bait.

My mother and father spend most of their time traveling.

I still don't give him no right to tell me I got dust in my house.

Seeing as how you're such a good friend of Jethro's, you can call me Uncle Jed.

Why, if you weren't wearing the uniform that I dearly love, I'd ram this down your throat and reach in and push the button.

Granny, calm down.

Well, I just mopped and cleaned in here just this morning.

Madam, the air is filled with minute particles invisible to the naked eye.

I don't see them.

Hope you brought your swimsuit, little doozy.