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Well, if it's true.

You'll be on radio, television, flown to New York for a ticker tape parade, then on to Washington to meet the president, address a joint session of Congress.

Look at this thing.

You wouldn't know a high-society woman if you'd see one.

All you got to do is say a few of them French words and they go to bowing and scraping all over the place.

Here we are, Mrs. Drysdale.

Oh, yeah, and you can have the backseat all to yourself, Miss Drysdale.

Them's holler tubes that makes ringing sounds when struck by a plunger or striker.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Mrs. Drydale, did you hear that?

Oh, that's headquarters.

and I found out that high society folks, especially rich ones like us, they have what you call hobbies.

See, Ma, I told you.

A direct contact with the past.

She fell head first in a flower barrel!

You're very kind.

Well, come on, let's get in there and get at it.

Would you throw an Ellie Makin' and drive you down there?

I'll fetch your lap organ in for you.

I reckon the high society folks is the Indians.

By the way, Mr. Clampett, just what is a chitlin?