Sure, Uncle Jed.

It ain't that, Jed.

Show him what my hair-growing polis did for you, Jed.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

Kept yours on a mite too long, didn't you, Jed?

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Oh, I was only spoofing, Uncle Jed.

Well, it did take a heap out of me, Jed, throwing them spells.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Oh, hey, Uncle Jed, shouldn't we bring along old Duke?

Remember I whacked off Jed's hair clear across the back there?

But I've got enough for a potus for you.

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

My secretary's looking for a possum juggler.

Granny just slipped her mind for a minute.

A policeman, he gave me a ticket and said it was for parking there.

You see, I really came to deliver a message for Granny.

I have a few oaths for you that Hippocrates never even heard of.

Gesso, you call Mr. Drysdale at his bank, and you tell him to send over your Uncle Jed's $35 million right away.

Hillbilly, that is.