You're Jed Clampett.

Tell me, Mr. Clampett.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, thank you, Mr. Clampett.

No, no, no, Mr. Clampett.

Get Jet Clampett on the phone.

Jed Clampett, just like mother described you.

You know, the odds are 1,001 against this confidence man singling out the Clampetts, and even greater against them falling for it.

Now, uh, Mr. Clampett... How would you like to buy the Hollywood Bowl?

Mr. Clampett, how would you like to buy the city of San Francisco?

And this is just one of the features of this wonderful investment you're making, Mr. Clampett.

You are, Sue.

Ed, where are you?

Why, you sure are.

Hillbilly, that is.

Here you are, Mr. Jones.

There are your 20,000 seats.

Where are you going, Granny?

Excuse me, uh, where are you going?

Mr. Clampett, if I may, as owner of Hollywood Bowl, I become an expert judge of musical talent, and I wonder if I might hear Mrs. Bodine perform.