Ellie Mae, you get the tools.

You're whistling to the wind, Ellie Mae.

Ellie Mae, you draw off a jug of my new rheumatism medicine.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Well, we had no other way, Sid, Ellie.

Well, he's a mighty lucky man.

I don't care if I get my picture took, Ellie.

You're in for a surprise, John.

What for?

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

That's for sure.

I'm for that.

Mess up on a cracker or look for all the world like a charge of soggy buckshot.

Head for home, Jethro.

Head for home anyway.

Hillbilly, that is.

We return you now to our studios for a brief interlude of recorded music.

When a man has able-bodied neighbors and friends and has to hire strangers to help him, I say the world has took a sorry turn.

It's the first time for everything.

Oh, it's all for the best.