I'm so dad burnt mad, I could bite nails!

Why do you suppose I'm so dad burnt mad?

And Granny, I could never live happy ever after with her.

Why not?

Uncle Jed, it was all I could do to choke down one basket of her vittles.

If I had to eat them every day, I'd die.

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

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

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

Hillbilly, that is.

Oh, Mr. Clampett, a thousand, a thousand apologies for ever allowing this woman to come in contact with your wonderful family.

Come along.

How dare he let you have this skillet?

Give it to him.

He can probably cook better than you can.

Now get this straight.

I'm here to dance, not to cook.

Well, if Jess Rule's got a choice, I know he'll take cooking over dancing.

Miss Chickadee, I hope you still favor a long engagement like we was talking about.

Oh, like I said, Uncle Sugar, the longer the better.