Some crazy kid has raced up and down your driveway on a motorcycle.

Sheeve, we weren't expecting you back for a couple of days.

I'm also trying to get Rock Hudson, Doris Day, Cary Grant, Liz Taylor.

Hoot Gibson used to be a Western star in the old silent days.

Go on.

There was a little mix-up the day you left, but... No, what kind of a mix-up?

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Here we go.

Let's go inside.

You mark my words, Jack Clampett, you're gonna rue the day you let them two Hollywood slickers move into your house.

Let's get going, Opal!

He's going into town, Granny.

I want you to go see it.

Oh, Granny says Jethro's going to be a movie star.

Now, I'm going to show you the Stanislavski method of acting.

If I don't like movie star, then I'll go back to brain surging.

Well, Granny, you and me don't go to a whole heap of pictures, neither.

Well, now that you're going to be an important movie producer, you deserve the best.

Where's Jethro going in such an all-fire hurry, bellowing like a bee-stung calf?

I'd be right pleasured if my family would just go back to acting like my family again.