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Why, yes, sir.
I was shocked when I came in here just now.
Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.
He says I'm a perfect physical specimen.
It would take an awful lot of paintings and sculpture to fill all them rooms, wouldn't it?
You better would.
Hillbilly, that is.
She'll help you.
Well, uh, where are you aiming to do your chiseling?
Mr. Clampett, I'd like you to know Mr. George Engle, the chairman of our Fine Arts Commission.
Well, I can do much sculpting.
And at the same time, you can make a lasting contribution to the happiness and culture of the people of Beverly Hills.
Well, ain't you even got time for a glass of cold goat's milk or some turnip juice?
These are the flowers I painted Miss Drysdale.
Suffering can do it.
It would do my heart good to see them highfalutin society folks down on their hands and knees with a scrub brush.
That's what Ms.
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Yes, sir, mostly it's that.
There's a quick way to suffer.
Mr. Drysdale, I really don't think we should stop here.
Yeah, yes, they're quite impressionistic.
At that price, I'm glad Ellie is sculpting critters.
I'd better resume my pose.
How do you think he'd look with a couple of big yellow daisies on him?
Jethro tells me his ambition is sculpture.
Painting daisies.
Like Mike Angelo, Leonard da Vinci, Rembrandt, Dick Van Dyke, Blue Boy.