The Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, he is high up.

I didn't mean his hands full, I mean he'll be up to his neck in... Here he comes!

Yes, I'll bet he'll have his hands full.

Hillbilly, that is.

Now you've given me Jed Clampett to shove down his throat.

Maybe you can think of something else to make money for his company.

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

A man has got to earn his keep in order to be happy.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

I could become the laughing stock of Beverly Hills.

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

I have it under the board of directors.

Miss Howe, do I?

Wait now, wait now.

The directorship on your board might be just the thing to keep Mr. Clampett busy, but out of trouble.

My board?

Why can't OK Oil take him?

Ah, this is your problem, Melbourne.

As long as Mr. Clampett is happy and continues to sign my lease, it doesn't bother me that he collects garbage.