Now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

I've decided I'm going to take an overdose of food and eat myself to death.

All right, all right.

All right, then deep fry them and pass some fat.

It is not his uncle's $73 million, but rather his pitiable ineptitude with women.

Jethro will have to keep his diamond.

That's all of them.

All right, Jethro, you're saved.

Heck, for that, I'll prune every tree and bush on all 14 acres of this place.

You know them's all my favorite.

I'll fix them all for you.

All them vittles I'm cooking for you.

I won't let Jethro pay a lifetime for his one moment of mad infatuation.

You wear that around your neck, Jethro, and it'll not only rid you of all unwanted sweethearts and fiancées, but it will kill any flying insect within a hundred yards.

Well, no use letting it all go to waste.

All you have to do is propose to her.

Wouldn't you rather tickle your taster with bacon and buzzard eggs and eggplant aspic, squirrel and parsnip pie, corn beaver and cabbage?

And so are you!

You and what, Jethro?

Lean back and relax.