The Beverly Hillbillies.

Hillbilly, that is.

This fella spend most of his time fighting and loving and loving and fighting and then loving some more.

Remember all them friendly seals and porpoises and things?

Mostly fightin' and lovin'.

I vowed I'd come back and get him, and this is my chance.

It's a fella that goes around fighting and loving and saving his country.

Young man for training and feeding.

And if it's a lady, well, he hugs and kisses her, and first thing you know, she's blabbing secrets to beat the band.

And Granny is war too frazzled keeping him laid out and filled up, and she says, uh, let the government feed him for a spell.

Grab your helmet and what's left of the fish and follow me over to the tank.

Go out the front way and around.

Come on up and visit with me.

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

We was just reading your sign there, and... And this fine, young, handsome, good-looking fellow is volunteering.

He's too big for a hook and line.

Me and you, we'll learn skip or swim.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubblin' crew.

Why, just pick him up and throw him in.

Do spies eat as good as soldiers and sailors?