The House of Granny - The Beverly Hillbillies [S02E30]

Oh, I reckon I can pick this lock.

It won't take a minute to heat up the curling iron.

Look, Mr. Policeman, I better explain something to you.

Boy didn't mean to sass your granny.

Oh boy, you winos will make it out of anything.

And one more sassy answer out of you and I'm going to box your jaws for you.

That's the kind of work we turn out here.

And please, express my gratitude to Mr. Clampett.

Didn't hear you come in.

Yeah.

Toad her out to the back room and you put it on.

What's that?

I have to keep reminding myself that only two things are important.

How airy are you cutting hair?

Besides, we don't need no door opener.

Here, blow this up.

Not yet, Granny.

Sure do got more names for cereals.

And blame it, I still ain't got nobody to chew the fat with.

This here is my son-in-law, Jed Clampett.

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

Granny, there's nothing I'd rather do than play checkers, get my hair cut, and discuss the news, but Miss Hathaway and I can't be gone too long at the same time, so I'll just rush back and let her stay, eh?

At the crack of dawn.

Looks to me like there ain't a soul stirring, Uncle Jet.

How airy are you cutting hair?