You're Jed Clampett.

Tell me, Mr. Clampett.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Well, thank you, Mr. Clampett.

No, no, no, Mr. Clampett.

Get Jet Clampett on the phone.

Jed Clampett, just like mother described you.

Mr. Clampett, how would you like to buy the city of San Francisco?

Now, uh, Mr. Clampett... How would you like to buy the Hollywood Bowl?

And this is just one of the features of this wonderful investment you're making, Mr. Clampett.

Come in, come in.

Hillbilly, that is.

You know, the odds are 1,001 against this confidence man singling out the Clampetts, and even greater against them falling for it.

Why, you won't stay unmarried long in Beverly Hills, my dear.

Mr. Clampett, if I may, as owner of Hollywood Bowl, I become an expert judge of musical talent, and I wonder if I might hear Mrs. Bodine perform.

We're cutting in and out of lanes.

He could put in anybody he wants.

Throw in a few trout, and you got the best doggone fish in all you ever saw.

Why, in those hills surrounding the Hollywood Bowl, especially on Mulholland Drive, you'll find more wolves up there than you'll find in any place in this here country.

Putting all them critters in cages and pens.