The Beverly Hillbilly.

Anyway, uh, maybe Mr. Wilson would like a nice cold pitcher of spring water or some coffee or tea or something.

Or was, until I lost all of my chickens.

Hillbilly, that is.

I bet you it's something like a sick headache or maybe a sick stomach.

Well, sir, I... I really need $5,000, but I can squeeze by on three or four.

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

Come on, everybody.

I'll go in first, the rest of you wait here.

I'll come.

We don't know how catching that sickness is.

Well, you haven't finished writing it for me.

103 fever.

He's trying to make a big thing out of this so he can collect a big fee... Oh, fine, Doctor.

I knew you were there.

That's why I made that joke about it.

Oh, of course.

Certainly.

Anything you need?

Well, nothing except a secretary, a new doctor, a speechwriter, and someone to take over my work.