I ain't sure, but I think it's called a studs.

I love you, Mabel.

I love you, Jim Johnson.

I call it my rheumatism medicine.

I don't know, but they was driving something called a stupor.

A little rat called Sam the Collector.

Not until I've said a few things.

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

I know a family named Lawless.

Well, being affectionate as we are, we sat in the car for a few moments to speak of our love.

And I understand you're quite a good shot.

I never could sleep a wink with all that money in the house.

I reckon I might as well draw out enough money to last us a month or two.

Well, I reckon I did brag a little too strong on us, but if we can't catch him, we got a hound dog named Old Duke.

And during the recess, when I seen Mr. Johnson with his daughter and seen how much he loved her, just like I do Ellie Mae, well, it kind of tore at my heart.

Well, Your Honor, I learned how to tell the truth so long ago, I reckon it's become a habit.

I've been told my squirrel rifle since I was knee-high to a jackrabbit.

And you're going to feel a heap different when I get done with this.

Well, Your Honor, I got a daughter here, Ellie Mae, and I reckon she means more to me than just about anything in the world.

Your Honor, sir, Mr. Judge, could I say something that might save us all a lot of time?