That was Foggy Mountain Breakdown, wasn't it, boys?

You deserve to be carried, Granny.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

I wouldn't cotton to her traveling around with your foggy mountain boy.

I see it woke you up, too.

That's what we call it in the evening, Granny, but if we play it before noon, it's called the Louise and Gladys Wake Up.

I think it woke my aunt in San Francisco.

Come in.

Come in.

Come in.

Well, don't give up so easily.

We'll fly up and visit her.

Can a man from a little cabin in the hills find happiness as the husband of a beautiful and educated city woman?

The big city's not like living in isolation back in the hills.

Yeah, it's the only way we can get our wives out of bed in the morning.

You see, there's a point, but... You're having a hootenanny in my office, and I'm apologizing?

We'll just climb back up that third tree.

Come on, hop in.

Not in San Francisco.

We'll be right in.