Tread on his corns.

and many varieties of Indian corn.

And a few rows of corn.

since your moonshinin' uncle was caught squeezin' corn.

Them pigs of yours got into the corn.

I said, uh, that's still for making corn liquor.

Had corn silky hair just like yours, and a beautiful figure.

Look at them, planting corn at the dark of the moontime.

Corning to you through your key station via my high-powered jamming system...

Granny said it was mixing the corn squeezings and the gunpowder that did it.

and the corn is as high as Chief Standing Pat's eye. Can't you just picture it?

You give him some of Granny's corn squeezes and he'll hiccup his house to a cinder.

Now, I gotta pop some corn and sell tickets before I come in and play the overture.

Then comes the light of the moon, and we'll plant our corn and our beans and our tomatoes.

The smell of your corn liquor or brewing is going to drive poor Miss Dry Dale right out of her mind.

I sent Jethro out with a truck to find some hay and some corn shucks and one thing and another and put them in the drawing room.

No, not when you have the whole front yard to plow, and corn to plant, and taters, turnips, rutabakers, and onions, and oats, and barley, and watermelon.

Well, no right to know, Granny, but they must be thicker than crows in a corn patch around here, because Mr. Drysdale says everybody in Beverly Hills shoots them.