The Beverly Hillbilly.

He'll be an old man before I get to meet him.

Hillbilly, that is.

Granny, is there any way to behave to an old friend that just drove all the way out here from Blackcomb to bring you that paw-paw tree?

He's a regular city fella now, fit right here in Beverly Hills.

And he has one of the most beautiful daughters in all of Beverly Hills.

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

Mr. Crick seemed right anxious to do that himself.

No, no.

If he digs, he's bound to strike oil.

That man fetches nothing but bad luck with everything.

All right, Granny, we'll skip renewing your plant head.

And hurry.

The quicker that tree is in the ground, the quicker we'll be shed of that hairy vittle vulture.

I'm talking about that hairy varmint sitting in the kitchen.

The ugly one.

Let's go, Skip.

Did you make yourself a sandwich or do you want me to?

Did you eat all the ham there was?

Only the one you give me.