The Clampetts is one family that just don't change.

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

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

Texas tea.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

Unless it's two of them.

And each one of them with a persimmon in his mouth.

The Ritz.

Are you sure?

That's where I got the idea.

The Ritz Hotel.

Morning, Pa.

Morning, Granny.

Morning, daughter.

Either it shrank or she's commencing to grow again.

Ellie Mae, you wearing boots?

How's it going, baby?

What did he call me?

Sounded like baby.