http://www.cnn.com/2002/SHOWBIZ/TV/08/28/television.hillbillies.reut/index.html
I don’t know what’s more disturbing- that most of the people I know from home are eligible, or that it’s going to be shown in the first place. OY.
Oh, come on, andygirl, you know there couldn’t be a reality show with people from Delaware. It’s all fictional there anyway.
Oooh! Oooh! Can I be Mrs. Drysdale?
This’ll go head to head with The Osbornes.
Eve, if you get to be Mrs. Drysdale, then I get to be Miss Jane. Except this time around, I’ll ram my steno pad up Mr. Drysdale’s backside, screaming “I didn’t get a degree at Vassar just to be your toady!”, then drive off in my red convertible with Jethro to a secluded location.
. . . at which I will glare at you through my lorgnette and go, “well, really.”
YEEEEEEEHAWWWW!!! Muh cuzn done tole me bout this here new teevee show. He says we gon’ do our durndest to git on it. I caint wait to git out to Beverly Hills and go fishin’ in the ceement pond and shoot me some golfs! I gots to git busy and fix up muh truck fer the ride out. I gots to fix a bench onto it so Granny and Ellie Mae got somewhars ta ride.
You know, Eve, I’d love to see that.
Eve while I could so see you as Mrs. Drysdale, do remember that she is from Baaaaston, so you must use the Baaaaston accent.
And, if I can’t be one of the hillbillies, can I be Sonny Drysdale, the, near as I can figure it out, son of Mrs. Drysdale? Of course, instead of going all gaga over Ellie Mae, I’d be drooling over Jethro, but, hey, the show could use a little update, right? 
How many times are these idiots going to try to catch lightning in a bottle?