The Beverly Hillbilly.

His mother's so beautiful.

To continue, his M.O.

Did Mr. Jones call his lawyer yet?

He can't hold his liquor with shucks.

My kind of people, his mother would say.

But them rascals is so high, and as long as from here, they'd pull.

Mr. Jones is worried you might hurt his biarch.

Hillbilly, that is.

He seems to have a little catch in his throat.

His family used to live beyond the ridge from us.

It ain't set for sure until he talks to his lawyer.

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

Oh, if he hurts one of my critters, I'll hit him on the jaw so hard he'll be able to look down his back without even turning his head.

His clothes will tighten up a little, but he'll dry out in no time.

His M.O., that is police vernacular for modus operandi, which in turn is Latin.

I'm surprised some handsome young movie star hasn't already claimed you for his very own.

You know, Chief, according to the Circular, one of his favorite schemes is selling Hollywood Bowl.

Pa says when his pa was a boy, there's lots of you fellas in the hills back home.

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