I can't find them.

I never heard of them.

So find yourself somebody to love.

Have you seen anything of them?

Granny put them out here to cool.

Would you rather eat one of them corn sticks?

Oh, I put them out back to cool.

Oh, Ralph, I haven't been able to find Mr. Drysdale.

Jed, we'd rather not do one of them sad songs.

That's where this rascal's going to come in handy.

Your husband has invited me to journey to Nashville and join them in interpreting the folk music of our land.

But one of us had to stay and look after things, and she volunteered.

According to Jethro, we got plenty of time.

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

Well, it was nice of her to let you have the cooking lesson.

I've tried my best to get her to sing Stompin' the Clover, Sweet Nelly, and, uh, The Sinkin' of the Titanic.

I don't consider it a joke to be humiliated in the eyes of my fellow employees.

When he goes to Eaton, I don't want the company in bruising range of his elbows.

Well, thanks to Mr. Flats and Mr. Scruggs, I am about to become a balladeer, a troubadour, an interpreter of the true ethnic idiom.

I tell you what, we'll be doing a couple of numbers soon as we get to Jed's place.