Sooner or later, even vice presidents have to show up for work.

And to show you what kind of a friend Mr. Drysdale is, he's keeping all that money right here in his bank and he ain't charging me one penny to do it.

And listen to my 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 through 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.

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

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

Hills, that is.

Swimming pools.

Movie stars.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

Come on, little Jethro.

Drink it up.

No sassafras, no snakewort, no pecoon root, nor richweed.

How do folks live in these Beverly Hills without the necessities of life?

Come on, Danny.