The Beverly Hillbilly.

Folks, get ready for the treat of a lifetime.

Even Hooth Gibson don't do trick riding no better than that.

I thought you said five or ten.

Hillbilly, that is.

Well, you tell me, what kind of folks lay in bed till after sun up and stays up till nine or ten at night?

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

Hey, Granny, Aunt Opal wants some more juice.

Oh, and I'll need this pot of coffee for my uncle at the movie store.

Yes, old you.

I think he's dead.

You think we were the poor relations instead of them two upstairs?

Now, Granny, I don't hardly think it's fitting for you to be calling a big movie star like Cousin Jake poor relations.

I ain't never seen him in a movie picture.

Have you?

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Oil, that is.

Black gold.

Texas tea.

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