Oh, Jed, could we...

You round them up, Jed.

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

You ain't foolin' me, Jed Clampett.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Invite them to have lunch with you, Jed.

Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed, a poor martineer barely kept his family fed.

Oh, go on up and go to bed, Jed.

Jed, where did you say our town's gonna be?

Here's a gun for you.

Uncle Jed, would you mind if I commence producing movies tomorrow?

It does for a fact, Granny.

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

Our only chance to keep this studio open is to keep Jed Clampett happy.

Would you like me to set up a luncheon appointment for you?

Here's one for you.

If there's one thing in this world that would not appeal to Jed Clampett, it's the phony tinsel and nonsense business of making movies.

Four people for Dodge City.

You're headed for the hotel.