Now don't forget, tomorrow it's my turn to serve him breakfast in bed.

Well, all right, Jethro.

Hurry now.

Goodness knows, Jed, I ain't one to complain.

But when able-bodied folks have to have their riddles toted up to bed to them, I think it's downright sinful and lazy.

especially when they bear the proud name of Clampett.

Well, I reckon movie picture actors like Cousin Jake are used to living a different kind of life from us, Granny.

Besides, the young'uns don't seem to mind fetching a totem for them.

Baby, I am not doing anything illegal.

I am merely accepting the hospitality of my cousin, Jed Clampett.

You're also spending his money, and you're not even sure that he is your cousin.

Neither is he, which makes it all work out very nicely.

How do you know he's your cousin?

Because he says so, and a word of a clampet is good enough for me.

His being a clampet don't make him your cousin?

No, but his saying so does.

Hey, Granny, Aunt Opal wants some more juice.

Oh, and I'll need this pot of coffee for my uncle at the movie store.

Yes, old you.

I think he's dead.