I was offering you a kiss.

First, I'm going to fire up the seat of your pants!

But Professor, I've been offered $500 for the story of the Drysdales and the Clampetts.

Well, at least wait for his fare.

You'd be much more comfortable up at our mansion.

Mrs. Drysdale got tired of looking at that old eyesore, so she called me.

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

Ding-a-lings.

Throw in a pot, throw in a pan, Granny.

Now, wait a minute!

Now, wait a minute.

Did you and the missus have a spat?

Well, generally a man is ashamed to be known as a homewrecker.

Sure is a doozy, huh?

Wait a minute, Jack Rowe!

I am not a vagrant.

This is a real pleasure.

You have a point there.

He had a rough night.

Least twice for a spell.