The Beverly Hillbilly.

Hillbilly, that is.

He's a regular city fella now, fit right here in Beverly Hills.

The ugly one.

That's the boy.

Apparently the young cardinalist told her to play the piano.

Salt of the earth.

Here's the deli, honey.

He just bought the prettiest thing the Lord ever put together.

The quicker that tree is in the ground, the quicker we'll be shed of that hairy vittle vulture.

Who's playing the piano duet?

Just the initials, uh, CPA.

She went all the way out in the woods, dug it up, toted it four miles back to the cabin.

And he has one of the most beautiful daughters in all of Beverly Hills.

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

Only the one you give me.

Ah, yes, the fabulous Ellie May.

Ellie May is done planting the tree.

Is that the one they call Weasel?

Mr. Fred Penrod of the accounting department.