I'm gonna listen to a story about a man named Jed, the poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

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

Oil, that is.

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's the place you ought to be.

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

Swimming poos, movie stars.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Penny, I've been looking all over for you.

You know, now that the war of the roses is over, I think we ought to go to the next castle and pay a social call on Colonel Dumbarton.

This ain't the time, Jed.

Well, a minute ago, you were a great big hairy goomer, lurching and squealing through the garden.

Oh, you saw my brother.

Your brother.

What was that you called him?

Harry Goomer.

Harry Goomer.