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Mr. Clampett, I think you have something to discuss with Mr. Addison.
Hello, Chief?
We got any weenies?
Yes, ma'am.
And I want to tell you something, Jed.
Bobcat's licking again the green.
Well, he turned off on his back and kicking up his legs.
At least, I got the number where we can call the head weatherman.
Beetles?
and we're going to drop silver iodide and dry ice right in her eye.
Easy, easy, now it tickles him.
Clear tonight.
She's the one that's fibbing.
Why, Dad was an MIT PhD.
Oh, he did indeed.
What you said, Mr. Clampett, is quite to the point.
Please don't throw him so hard.
Make your own way in the world.
I think she better get her car under cover.
Great pleasure to know you, sir.
Ellie May's bobcat says it's gonna rain!
Whose side are you on?
Drysdale, good to see you again.
What's the trouble, Granny?
Yeah, that's the way it happens sometimes.
A girl playing ball.
Well, with all due respect, sir, I hardly see how you're going to stop us.
You're wrong again!
Can I do it?
It has become a geophysical science.
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