The Beverly Hillbilly.

And the Clampetts are his serfs, his vassals.

Caesar had his Brutus, Charles I his Cromwell, and Drysdale will have his Ginny Jennings.

Now, Granny, you got to remember that Drysdale's is high-muckety-muck society, folks.

Hillbilly, that is.

He's the one that thought of bringing his cabin here.

They live in a little shack on the grounds of his estate.

They have to poach dandelions from his lawn in order to eat.

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

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

Well, I tried to argue him out of it, but he said it was his birthday present to Granny.

In Beverly Hills?

In Beverly Hills?

But this is Beverly Hills.

I've listened to you sing the hillbilly blues that's coming out of my ears.

You mean you have to make your own soap?

If I wanted, I do.

Well, can't you just get it from the dry stales?

Oh, shucks, no.

They use that fancy store-bought stuff.