This is out and out extortion, the old badger game.

The cold of the hill demands it.

Go put the steering wheel on the truck.

Don't shut the door.

Well, there's the ID.

Because as the rod is spared, so is the twig bent.

And it's you that'll reap the harvest when the seeds of temptation is trampled on by the little foxes.

You remember the Fetty family?

I'll just water the soup.

I took the steering wheel.

Well, yeah, it's the truth.

I never met the gentleman.

Well, I'll check the time.

And then the densest has got to pay for casting the first stone.

Once inside, this frightened maiden pleaded to be allowed the sanctuary of the YWCA.

The girl is from back home.

Is this here the Clampett place?

He's on the road to ruination.

Well, his hands tell the time.

One of the hands fell off.