(Jed goes to talk to Addison about Granny and her threats to the Weather Bureau)
Addison: Did you say Granny?
Jed: Well, her real name is Daisy.
Addison: You mean Hurricane Daisy?
Jed: That's the one.
Addison: Yes, she is beginning to give us trouble. We just started tracking her.
Jed: I was afraid of that. But couldn't you just forget about her? She ain't doin' no harm.
Addison: Not now perhaps, but if she ever moves North, there's no estimating the damage she might do.
Jed: I think I can promise ya she ain't gonna move north.
Addison: Well, I wish the government Weather Bureau could be as certain as you are. No, I'm afraid we cannot ignore a force as potentially dangerous as Hurricane Daisy.
Jed: What are you plannin' to do?
Addison: Well, we're going to try something new with Daisy. We're going to fly over her with high altitude Air Force jets.
Jed: You mean a airplane?
Addison: Bombers, the biggest we've got. And we're gonna drop silver iodine and dry ice right in her eye!
(Jed stands up, angry)
Jed: Mr. Addison, government or no government, I reckon I can't let cha do that.
Addison: Well, with all do respect Sir, I hardly see how you're going to stop us.
Jed: Well maybe not, but I'm gonna do my best.
Addison: What are you, a hurricane lover? Please believe me Mr. Clampett, Daisy is a violent, destructive force. She's unpredictable; she's dangerous!
Jed: I grant cha all that Mr. Addison, but she's still my mother-in-law.
Addison: I am Justin Addison.
Jed: Well, shucks, don't feel bad about that. I'm just a Clampett.
(Granny is tired of the weather girl forecasting wrong and talks back to her through the TV. And Jethro is trying to get to the beach for a weenie roast he thinks is going to occur)
Jed: I don't think they can hear ya when ya talk back to this TV contraption.
Granny: Well then why do they keep askin' me those questions, like "Are ya tired and run down?" and "Does too many suds clog ya washing machine?"
Jethro: We got any weenies?
Granny: Yeah, them kind of questions.