You're up, Granny!

Wait till he stands up.

They just use me for close-ups.

Make up poems for girls like you.

Come on, let's go pull up some more onions.

Get up off that floor and stir the stew.

Could we get him to meet up with Ellie Mae?

You get up them back stairs and change into a dress.

Would you like me to make up a poem about a raccoon?

Them wrestlers are sneaking up behind you, fixing to shoot you in the back.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Say, if you girls cut my money, I'll show you how you can divide up that whole row.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

Now, I want you to get the truck around back so that when he rides up here, his horse won't shy at it.

Told the fella down at the store about Granny watching TV all day instead of cooking, so he sold me these TV fiddles, all packaged up and ready to eat.