The Beverly Hillbilly.

Tell him he got his wish.

Are you taking his side again, me?

My arms still ache from his brutal assault.

Well, you know him and his big mouth.

And his sense of honor is so great that he refuses to go near his own studio so long as she's there.

Hillbilly, that is.

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

Did you hear what happened at his studio when an overzealous actress threw herself at him?

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

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

I have to fight alone to save Beverly Hills from the blight of those barbarians.

I'm breathing my last feeble breath.

Uncle Jed!

Guess who's downstairs waiting for you.

All gussied up and sweet smelling, too.

Mrs. Drysdale.

Who?

Mrs. Drysdale.

Why, that fat old stewing hen.