The Beverly Hillbilly.

Bring him back or what?

Try and get a possum or a squirrel.

Easy if I could find a rock or something.

Hillbilly, that is.

This kind of plate is made out of wood or something and it sets in the ground.

Well, after about eight or ten hours, my arm kind of stiffens up, so I start throwing with my left.

Beverly Hills, puniest greens I ever did see.

A body can't find no greens in these Beverly Hills.

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

And you don't play baseball in a cave, neither.

You play it on a diamond.

A diamond?

Yes, ma'am.

Who told you all this, boy?

Mr. Durocher.

And you swallowed it?

Well, Granny, he's a coach.

He might be a coach, but if you ask me, he's got a few horses missing.

Good morning, everybody.