Jed!

Morning, Uncle Jed.

This here is my son-in-law, Jed Clampett.

Yes, sir, Uncle Jed.

Jed, fetch over the checkerboard.

Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle Jed.

Jed, we ain't doing no business.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Them's the shavings from Uncle Jed's Whitlin'.

Uncle Jed, don't you sit there grinning.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Jed Clampett, you making a slingshot at your age?

Uncle Jed and May got arrested by the police!

Dandy Jed, I always did want to run a store.

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.

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

Still the most beautiful dress shop in Beverly Hills.

If you had been on the job at a decent hour this morning, Jed and Jethro wouldn't have got arrested.

Hillbilly, that is.