You got to make court and talk first.

That's when I first broke out of the egg.

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

I reckon it's my duty to talk to her first.

I was worried I hadn't given him a good enough talk first.

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

Oil, that is.

Black gold.

Texas tea.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Said, California's the place you ought to be.

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

How far did you run?

Oh, a bigger 15, 20 mile.

Top speed?

Oh, no, sir.

I stopped once.

Oh, there was some fellas digging this here ditch, and they look right tuckered.

So I dug them a block or two of ditch while they rested.

But I run extra special fast the rest of the way home to make up for it.