(Jed is offering help with the condors, which he doesn't know is a bird)
Jed: Supposin', uh, instead of money, we gather together a bunch of clothes and stuff and leave them up there in the mountains where the Condors can find em.
Jed: Yeah. Good, heavy, warm stuff.
Biddle: You couldn't get a condor to wear clothes.
Jed: You mean to tell me there's forty of em runnin' around up there buck tooth naked?
Biddle: Mr. Clampett, do you know what a condor looks like?
Jed: I don't care how pretty they are; they oughtta wear somethin'.