Oh, fine, Uncle Jed.

Yes, I do, Jed.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

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

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.

By the way, Mr. Clampett, do you know you're eating on a billiard table?

I declare, I never thought I'd see the day the Jet Clampett was scared to kill a turkey.

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

Hillbilly, that is.

They live around here in Beverly Hills?

That there is what you call a Beverly Hills billiard.

The pot.

The next is the most important picture of all, where the Indians give us the turkey.

Uh, the turkey.

At the clampets.

Get the gun!

Well, how in the world could there be wild Indians in Beverly Hills?