For one of them fur nations.

[heart monitor beats faster]

[heart monitor beats increase]

Earnest to beat you.

A jazzy beat, of course.

Everybody calm down, take a beat.

I beat him with a rock.

Slice his forks, beat all bones.

Sure don't beat around the bush, ma'am.

Honey, I don't want to worry you, but your fur piece is moving.

What? Us beating the crap out of you?

And what the hell is a jazzy beat?

Mr. Clampett, let's not beat around the bush.

Sure do beat sitting on a stump now, don't it?

Old Mel Pratt, he took them away from you and beat you up?

Clampett is seeking a bride, there will be women beating down your door.

Winner, I know you ain't one to beat around the bush, and I'm going to speak plain myself.

I reckon a man's daughter's got the body... All right, let's suppose when you stop blowing on the fur and get to the hide, what are you trying to say?

She followed them all the way to the shelter and proceeded to, and I quote, beat the living daylights out of the entire staff.