A Beverly Hillbilly.

Y'all come back now, dear.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Oh, I thought you was out back.

Why, back home with $5, you can buy enough land to live off of and enough moonshine to make living worthwhile.

Is this the paper from back home, Ellie?

But now I'm back where I started from.

She guessed some woman back home was going to have twins, and what their names would be.

Now if I could just get Al Verney to clear my name with the folks back home.

Hillbilly, that is.

Here lately, I've had a notion that old Lottie Pulver, back home, is going to birth a set of twins.

Isn't she the lady from back home you call Big Mouth?

It come to me.

I want to see how many folks come to church last Sunday.

It's going to come true.

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

All right, Granny, but tell her to get somebody to steady the ladder.

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

Well, I talked to Mr. Drysdale, and his prediction is going to come true.

She's got to stop blabbing long enough to put some food in her mouth.