You don't Charleston these days.

That's Big Daddy.

He ain't your Big Daddy, he's my Big Daddy.

I mean, Big Daddy.

Big Daddy don't muscle anybody.

Big Daddy is Mr. Good.

He's my Big Daddy too.

That's like, uh, uh, Daddy-o, as in Mommy-o and Daddy-o.

It's Big Daddy and Little Granny!

I declare, Granny, the hunting in these Beverly Hills is getting sourier every day.

Big Daddy is back from the hunt.

Oh, you are tuned in, Big Daddy.

All through the courtesy of Big Daddy.

If you won't cut the rent, how about giving us a few extra days to raise it?

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

He is the Big Daddy of us all.

These are the digs of Big Daddy Jed and his far-out family, in whose bosom your glorious leader spent a whole day in the Twilight Zone.

Big Daddy, your slightest wish is engraved on my fern.

Well, Big Daddy's show is just about to be canceled.

Ellie Chick, could I have a few words with Big Daddy?