Yes, sir, Jed.

You're right, Jed.

Right there, Jed.

Yes, sir, Jed.

No thanks, Uncle Jed.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Uncle Jed, I can't eat raw fish.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

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

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

But Uncle Jed, what about... It ain't nothing to eat.

But, Uncle Jed, look what they give me to eat.

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

Uncle Jed, if they feed me right, I'll give them any kind of dives they want.

Hillbilly, that is.

This fella spend most of his time fighting and loving and loving and fighting and then loving some more.

Remember all them friendly seals and porpoises and things?

Mostly fightin' and lovin'.

Grab your helmet and what's left of the fish and follow me over to the tank.

Go out the front way and around.