Jed, Incorporated - The Beverly Hillbillies [S02E32]

You know, Chief, somehow they just don't look like corporation executives.

Here you got a treasurer, a big corporation, not even out of the sixth grade.

Clamp codes, name our corporation.

You call Mr. Drysdale, tell him the president, secretary, and treasurer of Clamco Inc.

You, too, Granny and Jethro.

We could give them a penthouse executive suite.

And so we see, from what I have pointed out, that the corporation tax picture is not only brighter from the standpoint of the maximum tax rate of 50% on corporate income, as opposed to 77% on personal income, but also from the standpoint of the eventual possibility of attaining a long-term capital gain from the ultimate sale or dissolution of said corporation to wit.

Welcome to the loyal order of jellyfish.

Besides, I don't even recollect where Clampco is.

Well, they didn't say nothing about offices.

That's a fact, kid.

If you can take a little time away from treeing your daughter, I'd like you to become president of Clampco.

You're going to be secretary for the whole corporation.

Now, you and Ellie run down to the cashier, fella, and get a big heaping box of it.

Annie, come back here and put on a dress.

Right.

Confidentially, Jethro.

You put me down, you big ruffin!

Yes, sir.

Can't do business without folks can come in and talk to me.

What do you mean?

No, no.

And the treasurer.

Ted, I plumb forgot to fill your leather lunchbox with minerals.

Be right with you, Director.