The Beverly Hillbillies.

Yeah, but he's doing his level best.

Uh-oh, they got his dander up now.

Mr. Clampett, those relatives of his are drifters, malingerers.

Why, he's got all his kinfolks working to help out.

Now, would you mind showing Mr. Clampett to his office, please?

Hillbilly, that is.

Well, we won't have time to put his name on the door.

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

Mr. Drydale says he's had a bunch of them working on his project for some time.

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

I grant you, he might not be your first choice for a moonlight hayride, but that ain't no call to go shooting at him, especially his first trip to town.

Not standoffish like them highfalutin' folks of Beverly Hills.

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

Dodge City?

It's a thousand miles away.

Shoot it on the back lot.

We've got a western street.

What'll I do with my monster?

Give McGon a 10-gallon hat and put him on a horse.