A Beverly Hillbilly.

His name is Fairchild.

I can vouch for his character.

Now, now, I like his taste in owners, but his taste in traveling companions needs working on.

It's his favorite soap opera, Just Plain Swell.

Judging from his clothes, he probably smokes pot.

Did he forget his overshoes and catch cold?

Did you tell her his boss was in jail?

Yeah, well, so do I, but that's his problem.

You know, a man's best friend is his bear.

I just use his stuff to run the truck on.

Hillbilly, that is.

I got to plead his case in front of Hittinger, Joe.

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

Not yet, but I'm afraid he will when he gets back to his bank.

He only turned mean after his wife ran off with that banker from Kansas City.

Oh, he wants to be woke up at 1.30 so he can listen to his radio show.

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

Yeah, the beast of Beverly Hills.

I am a Beverly Hills banker.