The Beverly Hillbilly.

Oh, uh, his appearance, his size, his background, his manners, even the food he eats.

Not on his graduation day.

Jethro's gonna miss his own graduation.

And his hands tell the time.

I sure hope it's his foot you're talking about.

The edge ought to be off his appetite now.

A four-bladed pocket knife and his first watch.

You ain't gonna watch Jethro on his graduation day.

Well, from the looks of his grades, I'd hardly agree.

He wants to make sure you notice his new watch.

Hillbilly, that is.

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

Fellas got to keep up his strength doing the kind of graduation exercises I'm doing.

Mrs. Potts, isn't this going to be quite a blow to Jethro, missing his graduation?

Yeah, here's all right if you've got room for a desk and his lunch basket.

Well, Ellie, I kind of think it's beholden on us to do Jethro proud at his graduation.

Well, no, not on me, ma'am, but my neighbor, Mr. Drysdale, he's keeping it in his bank for me.

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

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.