The Beverly Hillbilly.

The high point of the convention.

Are you gonna take his place, Uncle J?

And he likes folks that raise his critters.

Whenever Pa goes fishing, I take his word.

Hillbilly, that is.

Well, he told Pa he needed it for his chickens.

It is his responsibility to pilot that ship through the reefs of adversity,

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

Well, Granny, I don't reckon Earl wants you to cook none of his sweethearts, neither.

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

He says all he needs is a secretary, a speechwriter, a new doctor, and somebody to do his work.

General Lee figured that Grant was a blacksmith, and he handed him his sword so he could sharpen it.

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

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

Oh, I only observed her efficiency.

Yeah, forget it.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Skipper.

Well, sir, I just got out of the Navy, and I like to consider this bank my new ship, and you my new captain.