The Beverly Hillbilly.

Hillbilly, that is.

Why, you loutish hillbilly.

I'll have you drummed out of Beverly Hills.

It's probably the only purely existentialist car in Beverly Hills.

And the sooner you're all out of Beverly Hills, the better.

I never knew there were so many needy folks in Beverly Hills.

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

Now, come on, let's not be the last millionaires in Beverly Hills to get the new look.

Not a chair to sit on, nor a bed, neither.

Ain't got a washbowl, nor a pitcher to fill it with water, nor a window big enough to throw it out.

Hey, Uncle Jed, we going to bring them some stuff?

Well, Jethro, you couldn't squeeze enough stuff in this place to make it fit for two women to live in.

Well, then what are we gonna do?

We gotta get them to move into our place.

Ain't gonna be easy, with her being such a prideful woman.

But it just ain't right for us to have so much stuff and to let them live here in a place like this.

Now, there's something I just can't understand.

How can folks live in a big fine house like that, and let a poor starving widow and her youngin live in a place like this right outside their gate?

Let's go up and give them what for?