He's my friend.

That's right, friend.

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

Wilkins, the Clampetts are my next-door neighbors, my largest depositors, and my personal friends.

Dust in my house?

I figured I'd let little Lucy see what it was like to catch a big old catfish.

Well, it's none of my business.

I put on my prettiest dress.

You promised to help me with my homework.

And they always telephone me on my birthday.

And then, when the cork all of a sudden ducts under the water, then you know old Mr. Fish has grabbed the bait.

My mother and father spend most of their time traveling.

I still don't give him no right to tell me I got dust in my house.

Seeing as how you're such a good friend of Jethro's, you can call me Uncle Jed.

It's time for your throat spray.

Just precautionary measure to see that he fights off the respiratory virus.

If that rascal comes around here, I'll fight him.

Over to school, all the big fellas is always picking on little dudes.

But not when Jet was around.

Oh, I almost forgot.