I could become the laughing stock of Beverly Hills.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

It's Jed's idea.

The last time he worked there he had the bank buy $3,000 worth of Girl Scout cookies.

Hillbilly, that is.

I don't want Jed to be late.

The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.

Those roasts were sure a good idea, Jed.

Hey, Uncle Jed, let's get back on that plane.

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

Hey, you better find where to empty these, Uncle Jed.

Can't you see your Uncle Jed is studying on something?

Now you've given me Jed Clampett to shove down his throat.

Can't you see you're making so much noise your Uncle Jed can't think?

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

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to 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.