I believe I'll pass on that.

I just got a call from the record company.

I love you, Uncle Jed.

Hey, I love you, Uncle Jed.

Roy's country music album is already a hit.

How many long-distance calls I got to return?

So do I. I love to hear you sing and play.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

I turned him into a butterfly.

If I want a sandwich or a cigar or something, I lets her go for it.

I was slaving over a hot stove out in the kitchen.

Like I said, he's a sight for sore eyes.

I think I'll give yours truly a fat lip.

I said there was going to be a lot of crawling!

Well, I was thinking if he sells a lot of records... Sales?

If I keep eating Granny's cooking, I'll be a group all by myself!

Real nice of you, though, to drop by, leave your number with my gal, and quick as I have a free moment, I'll give you a buzz.

Yeah, I know, but, uh... Are you asking me to handle a fiddle-scraping hay shaker like Cousin Roy?