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That ain't a bad hour's work, Jethro.

We ain't got an anvil.

No, I don't smoke them.

I sure do appreciate you carrying me to the bank, boy.

I'd be proud to do it, but I think first I'll change into my work clothes.

Any idea of Jed Kravitz?

I mean, to wherever your pa is.

I ain't good enough to shake the hand of no bank president, sir.

What did you say?

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

You see, Granny, old Leif has changed.

But I says to myself, I says, Leif, I says, if you can pleasure Jed and Granny and them young'uns even that itty-bitty bit by staying over here like they begged you to, you've just got to forget your own pleasure.

Our lathe is gone and you can't start a fire without you got two sticks to rub together.

Here comes the wormy wine sack now.

Well, it makes me feel like I'd treat a possum with Jed's hound.

What did she do?

Well, Jethro is taking Lathe to work.

Well, I'll do it for you.

I've just left your friend Leif Crick.

Thank you, ma'am.

Not unless there's food under it.

You and Jed Clampett are certainly cast from the same mold.

Well, you can stop worrying.

What did you say?

In a bank, at night, with a gun, and $40 million.