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Studio closed down,
Poor child.
Beads for score.
I'll get you a cab.
I really would like your opinion, Chief.
Then he's going to hear a whippoorwill call.
It's merely a term of respect.
How?
Out of the way.
There ain't nobody who knows engines like me.
I beg your pardon.
Dad owns a few banks back home.
He told me.
There you are.
Then they'll rush us and go for our hair.
I'm Jed Clampett, and this here is Jethro Bodine.
Not a bit.
She was never one to bother other folks with her trouble.
Ellie, fetch their guns.
There has been a boundary dispute and the Indians are claiming part of the clamp at oil land.
Red brothers wear white man's clothes.