Oh, fine, Uncle Jed.

Yes, I do, Jed.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

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

Uncle Jed, Granny, Ellie, me, Mr. Drysdale, Mrs. Drysdale, Miss Jane.

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

Injun, I reckon you better stay with my Uncle Jed, says you can go.

Hillbilly, that is.

That there is what you call a Beverly Hills billiard.

That's a fact.

That a boy.

Is it a deal?

Is there a table?

That's a fact, Granny.

It's a turkey gobble.

She can stuff a turkey good like a turkey stuffer should.

Mr. Drysdale gave us that bird for a meal, not a pen.

Clean and dress a turkey.