We'll fly up and visit her.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Mr. Flatt and Mr. Scruggs are visiting here from Nashville.

Hillbilly, that is.

And I got to admit that Beverly Hills ain't done a lot to help her.

Say, Jed, how come you ain't married up with one of these pretty Beverly Hills women?

Corny is the place you ought to be, so they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

Why, Shucks, Lester, these fine, high-steppin' society fillies ain't about to jump into double harness with an old country plow horse like me.

Now, we've done all right, and you wouldn't exactly call us Kentucky Derby winners.

I tell you, Jib, these city women make fine wives.

That's the truth.

Them lazy women of yours ready for breakfast yet?

Not quite, Granny.

Well, here's some chitlins they made last evening.

I thought maybe you'd like to try them.

I would.

My wife talked about them in her sleep last night.

Well, shall I throw them out?

No, don't do that, Granny.

Earl may want these.