The kinfolk said, Jed, move away!

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

But Granny wanted me to start a fire under her kettle out back, so she could cook applesauce.

But now the firewood's wet.

She has kind of perked up since he come to town.

Jethro, did you get the fire going under my applesauce kettle?

No, ma'am.

Well, get out and get at it!

But Granny, the wood's wet.

Thank you.

I declare, Jed, that boy... Hey, Granny, if the wood's wet, how can I start a... Get!

Well, the smell of it cooking generally brings a neighbor or two.

Like Mr. Farquhar?

Who?

Is he still visiting next door?

I reckon he is, seeing as how we only got here yesterday.

Uh-huh.

He seems to be a gentleman of high quality.

Well, I was, but I can change the subject.