That's right, Jed.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

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

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

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

Hillbilly, that is.

What can I do for you?

You got your speech for Mr. Drysdale?

Well, you haven't finished writing it for me.

Well, that's what banks is for, ain't it?

Well, it's for Mr. Wilson to buy feet.

At this point, take a sip of water and wait for applause.

Then we swing back to your pad for a little moon orbit.

What a privilege it is for a young fellow like me to see two great leaders together.

Yeah, helping Granny now mix medicine for Miss Jean.

And your dad gave him $5,000 for chicken feed?

Well, six banks were secretly nominated for the honor.

For a fellow with all them troubles, you're sure keeping your spirits up.

Granny, Jethro said you wanted my bandy rooster for something.