Jed Becomes a Banker - The Beverly Hillbillies [S01E24]

That's the reason I want to talk to Mr. Drydale.

Fling!

What?

Hawkeye?

Fantastic feet.

Neither can I. Oh, Uncle Jet ain't missed one yet.

Jed, what is all this nonsense about you working for Mr. Drysdale?

Sit down, make yourself comfortable.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin, and they would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

By the way, the critter doctor said he gets to be eight or ten feet long.

Now hold on.

Come on, Danny.

Ellie May can go, too, if she wants.

When they come in fast out of the sun, it's hard to tell them apart.

Swimming pools.

I tell you what, you grab a handful of matches, we'll stick them in the ground alongside that wall out front, we sit on the porch, and we'll take turns lighting them with our rifles.

Oh, yes, Mr. Kravitz.

Okay, Uncle Jed.

Now, will you stop worrying?

Miss Hathaway, the trophy may not be lost.

Well, I'm low.

Should I drop you off there?

Well, as long as he's filling in for Crandall here at the bank, I figured the sporting thing would be to let him fill in at the skeet match.

This is Scrandle's skeet jacket.