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

The Beverly Hillbilly.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

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

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

I work for a big Hollywood producer.

It'll all go for flowers, a memorial plaque, a choice map.

It's too technical for a layman to understand.

She's planned a magnificent Thanksgiving feast for you people.

But for?

I'm going to open a savings account for that baby.

You get a move on or I'll make stars for you.

I whipped up a fresh batch of my miracle medicine for the baby.

He's looking for girls.

Hillbilly, that is.

It means this producer is looking for country girls for his pictures.

You won't hold still for beer.

Producer pits sticks chicks for flicks.

A dollar and a half?

A banker?