The Beverly Hillbilly.

We have found the dance hall queen for the new Hood Gibson picture.

Some crazy kid has raced up and down your driveway on a motorcycle.

Opal, take her down to Western Costumes immediately and have her outfitted for the role of straight-shootin' Jean, the dance hall queen.

Hillbilly, that is.

Good for you, Cousin Jake.

I would like to present Hollywood's newest and most glamorous star, the queen of the silver screen, that dazzling beauty, Miss Venus Adore.

What can I do for you?

You mean this is for me?

Tell Granny more juice for Aunt Opal.

Your husband just bought it for me.

She won't be back for a spell, Granny.

Folks, get ready for the treat of a lifetime.

I am cutting you in for 10% of the profits.

I had you scared there for a minute, didn't I?

Sheeve, we weren't expecting you back for a couple of days.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

Besides, the young'uns don't seem to mind fetching a totem for them.

Look, Mr. Drysdale, we are very busy rehearsing for the new picture.

You'll have to write a spell for the rest of your breakfast, Mickey.