Mr. Clampett, you have my word of honor.

Them's the last of my pickle paw paws.

My exact words to her this morning, this very morning, I said, Ranny, this is it.

I... This may be my last chance to see you alone for a moment.

You mark my words, Jack Clampett, you're gonna rue the day you let them two Hollywood slickers move into your house.

If word gets out that my hair was snipped off, buried by a little hillbilly witch doctor to cast a spell on my sickness, you think I'd have one patient left?

Your Honor, the maimed and broken bodies of my clients speak more eloquently than any words of mine in condemning the criminal actions of this lawless family.

Why would you... Well, first, I want to thank you for publicly breaking our engagement after I lost my head, as I did last night.

No, frankly, I wouldn't I give him my word the poorest most uninformed people imaginable Why would an oil company try to explore their swamp old Jed's daughter hit him with a rock thought he was a revenuer