Come and listen to a story about a man named Ched.

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 bumbling 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 is the place you ought to be.

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

Swimming pools, movie stars.

How are things at the Clampetts?

Mr. Drysdale, sir, in my 40 years as a butler, I have served in some unique households and run afort some bizarre families.

But the Clampetts, sir, if I may use one of their own curious expressions, take the rag off the bush.

Well, now, I warned you that it wouldn't exactly be smooth sailing.

To be precise, sir, you said you could only promise me blood, sweat, tears, and money.

Right.

I've had the blood, sweat, and tears.

Now I should like the money.

You're leaving the club, that's... I'm leaving the country.