The South One.

One moment, please.

You can have this one.

Granny threatened me with a shotgun.

How'd this fella get acquainted with us?

Sir, I'm here to play with Jethro.

A good hot bath with lye soap.

You promised to help me with my homework.

Granny, shake hands with Armstrong Dueser McHugh III.

Madam, the air is filled with minute particles invisible to the naked eye.

Well, it's the same thing you do with doctor and granny.

Jethro, get out your rifle and hunt down one of them Swiss yogurts.

I don't want to tangle with no soldier in the Confederate grade.

Well, you better bring Grant with you, and his whole army.

I've thrown away chicken bones with more meat on them than he's got.

Well, one of them, uh, rich, uh, high society Beverly Hills fellows named, uh, Armstrong Dueser McHugh III.

Well, you help me with history, and I'll teach you to swim and tree climb.

With whom shall I leave the young master's schedule on rest, diet, medication, and telephone numbers of doctors?