Too bad Anthro and Ellie May couldn't come with us.

Wasn't too bad after Granny dumped the grits in it.

That didn't taste bad neither, once we poured hot gopher gravy over it.

Black gold.

Texas tea.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California is the place you ought to be.

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

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Ched.

A poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bumbling crude.

Oil, that is.

Well, as long as he's gone, put it back outside.

Yeah, grab it in, Jethro.

Reckon we'll have to tip it sideways again to get it through the door.

Then I want you to start painting me some new boarding house signs.

You Americans amuse me.

You think money can buy anything.