Now wait, Ellie.

Just a minute, Ellie.

With my affection, Ellie.

Ellie, you'd meet some fellas, wouldn't you?

Sure there's no light showing through, Ellie?

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Yes, but, Ellie, they don't wear... Quiet, commoners.

She ain't blood kin to you like Ellie and me, but that makes her a vassal.

Hillbilly, that is.

So they loaded up the truck and removed the beverly.

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

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

Oil, that is.

Black gold.

Hills, that is.

Swimming pools, movie stars.

Doinks and tally-ho, my liege, or Junk Row Depot Dean, at thy service.

What's got into you, boy, and what's that you got into?

These are the kind of royal raiments we's going to be wearing over at your castle.

A what?