The Beverly Hillbillies
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:40:01
- They won't know what hit 'em.
- You're not gonna sleep with him, are you?

:40:05
- That's not your problem.
- Okay, Laura?

:40:07
I got my hand on your butt.
:40:10
Okay. Hold on.
:40:12
I got someone on call waiting.
:40:14
Hello? Hello?
:40:19
It was nobody. Okay, now.
:40:23
I got my hand on your butt,
and I'm squeezing.

:40:26
Tyler!
Get your hand off my butt.

:40:29
- Mr. Drysdale!
- Get a pencil and write this down.

:40:32
Yes, Mr. Drysdale.
:40:34
Right. Uh-huh.
I can do that.

:41:00
Howdy, I'm Elly May.
You must be Mr. Drysdale's son.

:41:08
Well, thanks for picking me up.
Is this here your car?

:41:16
Are we goin' to school,
or are we just goin' to stand here all day?

:41:26
- Hey, y'all. Howdy.
- She's with me.

:41:30
Heck, Morgan, I'm tryin' to be friendly-like...
:41:32
but these folks don't seem
to want to say howdy back.

:41:34
- They sure are shy.
- So what?

:41:37
Elly May, who cares?
They're losers.

:41:39
Not one of them is worth
over 300 million.

:41:41
- Uh-oh.
- Well, if it isn't Morgan...

:41:44
spelled big "M,"
little "organ. "

:41:46
- We've gotta go.
- Not so fast, bank boy. Cough up your lunch money now.

:41:50
All I have is $400
in traveler's checks.

:41:53
So just sign them
and hand them over.

:41:56
Jake, show these two what happened
to the last guy who didn't pay up.


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