You hear that, Jed?

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Uncle Jed, are we going hunting?

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

And we're going to help you, ain't we, Jed?

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

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

Jed... I'm ashamed to mention my piddling troubles to a man bowed down with the misery he's got.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

Hillbilly, that is.

If Margaret gets one look at those hillbillies next door, she'll leave me.

Oh, the doctors here are just as silly as the ones in Beverly Hills.

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

I can cure Mrs. Drysdale of her drinking in two days.

How, Granny?

I'm just telling her she can have all she wanted.

When they find out you don't care if they drink, they don't care to drink.

That sure would be a blessing.

Pa?

Uh, over here, Ellie, now.