Hang on!

Go on, boy.

Come on, Granny!

Yeah, come on in.

Struck me down on my prime 27 times on my wedding night.

Six on the 645 flight.

You can bet on that.

I wouldn't count on it, Ellie.

Tortured on a rack in the dungeon?

Now wait, Granny, you ain't leaving just on account of this ghost.

Hey, let the boy get on with it.

Oh, she's on her way to the Clampett Castle.

Two people couldn't live on what I pay him.

On her wedding night, her bridegroom, Sir Roger, was murdered.

First they laughed at us for running out on a warhead of roses, and now they's gonna laugh at us for running out on a 400-year-old woman.

You're just like your grandmother, sneaking up on folks when their backs is turned.

Let me sit on the outside, Jeb, so I can look after Mr. Drysdale.

Yeah, and Queen Elizabeth herself said she'd tell him we didn't chicken out on a ward of roses.

Now I gots to turn on my giant brain and put in my long-distance call.

It gets around the table at night, and then you wraps on the table for the ghost.