The Beverly Hillbilly.

Anyway, uh, maybe Mr. Wilson would like a nice cold pitcher of spring water or some coffee or tea or something.

Or was, until I lost all of my chickens.

Hillbilly, that is.

I bet you it's something like a sick headache or maybe a sick stomach.

Well, sir, I... I really need $5,000, but I can squeeze by on three or four.

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

Granny, Jethro said you wanted my bandy rooster for something.

I sure do, Ellie.

I just heard that Jane Hathaway is sick of bed.

Good-looking little fella here, Earl.

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

Oh, she's got something called, uh, sick benefits.

Sick benefits?

Yes, sir.

Well, I called her apartment this morning to find out could she come to supper tonight.

And she says, I'm sick in bed, Jethro.

Well, I reckon we all ought to pitch in and help Mr. Drydale.

He must be mighty short-handed down to the bank.

I can help count the money.