And my daughter, Ellie Mae.

Hi, Ellie.

Oh, this is Ellie.

Ellie Mae, Jethro... Take these folks upstairs and get us some party clothes.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

First, we'll have Grace, and after that, Ellie Mae, we'll pass out the devil buzzard eggs.

Ellie will go out there and act like she's going to fix up a mess of idols.

Ellie May, you set the table in the fancy eating room.

You know, Granny's a lot like that band of yours, Ellie.

Now, Ellie Mae, I know it's, again, your nature, and I know how much you love your Granny, but for her own sake, I want you to try to be real spiteful.

Hillbilly, that is.

One look at those hillbillies and I'm an Eskimo!

Jane and Mr. Ransyhoff, and that makes four.

She and everybody has plenty to eat and drink and has a good time.

Granny's got plenty of possum and grits and owl soup.

And this here's Granny.

And we'll all hammer ourselves up.

I'll pick a romantic moment and...

Owl soup and chicken fried hock.

Take your cider and a little Mountain Dew, and we'll all have ourselves a hullabaloo.