JETHRO HAS JUST GRABBED A LARGE POT FROM MR. DRYSDALE. GRANNIE HAS RUN AROUND BEHIND JED.

Now, back off Mr. Drysdale. That little old lady has embarassed me for the last time. Imagine calling me a dummy in front of all your bank picnic folks!

Now, Jethro! Please put that stew pot down. Someone might get hurt.

Yes, Jethro. Just try to concentrate instead on me in my slinky bikini I will be wearing at your cement pond later on today.

MR. DRYSDALE HAS A SOUR EXPRESSION AT THE THOUGHT.

Please, Miss Jane. I just ate.

GRANNIE PEEPS FROM AROUND JED.

Why you big boob! You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with that pot anyway!

Oh yeah?

Now simmer down, both of you!

(Turning to Jethro)

Now boy, put that pot down!

(Turning to Grannie)

And Grannie, Jethro didn't mean to tell everyone about your secret possum rendering sauce ingredients. It just sipped out.

See, Grannie!

Slipped out? Slipped out?? Why he may as well have told everyone I used canned pickled hawk eggs!

Ah, Jethro ... what about me at the cement pond?

Miss Jane, now may not be the best time to continue to bring that up.

Mr. Clampett, you too?

'Fraid so.