The Beverly Hillbilly.

What's his name?

I've been throwing rocks like that since I was this high.

Looks like he carries his own rosin bag.

Hillbilly, that is.

The way I got it figured, when the golf comes out of his hole to get his eggs back, you shoot him.

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

Jethro can knock a squirrel out of a tree clean across his pasture.

Mr. Drysdale said the fellow we shootin' with today... What's his name again, Ellie?

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

You have to catch that varmint by the end of his wings and spread-eagle him so he can't bite you.

Beverly Hills, puniest greens I ever did see.

A body can't find no greens in these Beverly Hills.

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 to the ground come a bubbling crude.

Oil, that is.

Black gold.

Texas tea.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.