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We ain't got an anvil.
No.
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.
Always works.
I sure do appreciate you carrying me to the bank, boy.
I ain't good enough to shake the hand of no bank president, sir.
I've just left your friend Leif Crick.
What did she do?
Well, it makes me feel like I'd treat a possum with Jed's hound.
Not unless there's food under it.
Thank you, ma'am.
Any idea of Jed Kravitz?
You see, Granny, old Leif has changed.
Well, I'll do it for you.
What did you say?
Here comes the wormy wine sack now.
No, I don't smoke them.
I mean, to wherever your pa is.
That ain't a bad hour's work, Jethro.
You and Jed Clampett are certainly cast from the same mold.
That's a fact.
In a bank, at night, with a gun, and $40 million.
Our lathe is gone and you can't start a fire without you got two sticks to rub together.
What did you say?
Yee-haw!
Well, Jethro is taking Lathe to work.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
A job?
Well, you can stop worrying.
I'd be proud to do it, but I think first I'll change into my work clothes.