Ain't gonna be no wedding, Granny.

Granny, you little old boss of you!

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Granny, I ain't sure it's $35 million no more.

Oh, I had to leave my woman home to do the chores, Granny.

Hillbilly, that is.

Looks like that Beverly Caterers.

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

I still can't figure out where you found vittles enough to put on all that weight since last summer.

Mel Pratt's been feeding me.

Now, this is the engagement ring.

Thank you.

You might, in a subtle way, of course, let the bride know that she is getting ten perfect carrots.

Well, that's mighty nice of you.

Nice my foot.

After the money you spent, he could at least send her a smoked ham.

And here are madame's lovely necklace and earrings.

How many carats did I get?

About 50.

But of course, they're not perfect.