The Beverly Hillbilly.

Let's give them another blast.

I can't face another lecture on advanced grits and jowls.

Hillbilly, that is.

Yeah, sit here on your throne and we'll send our wives in for another cooking lesson.

Well, but Granny... And besides, I was going to throw in another crack at hand-slung chitlins.

Well, he's too shy to look for himself, but if Mr. Flatt and Mr. Scruggs hold another audition right here, he'll meet dozens of beautiful girls in spite of himself.

And I got to admit that Beverly Hills ain't done a lot to help her.

Say, Jed, how come you ain't married up with one of these pretty Beverly Hills women?

Corny is the place you ought to be, so they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

Why, Shucks, Lester, these fine, high-steppin' society fillies ain't about to jump into double harness with an old country plow horse like me.

Now, we've done all right, and you wouldn't exactly call us Kentucky Derby winners.

I tell you, Jib, these city women make fine wives.

That's the truth.

Them lazy women of yours ready for breakfast yet?

Not quite, Granny.

Well, here's some chitlins they made last evening.

I thought maybe you'd like to try them.

I would.

My wife talked about them in her sleep last night.