Not quite, Granny.

We will for a fact, Granny.

No, don't do that, Granny.

But Granny... You two, move on.

You deserve to be carried, Granny.

Learning how to make chitlins, granny style.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Once they tasted Granny's vittles, it was no contest.

I suppose our husbands will want us to continue our cooking lessons from Granny.

If Granny can just learn them to cook, we got ourself a couple of crackerjack wives.

Well, but Granny... And besides, I was going to throw in another crack at hand-slung chitlins.

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.

Hillbilly, that is.

A hill man leads a lonely life.

A hill man needs a loving wife.

Yeah, just a grit and a jowl away.

He's got a mule, he's got a dog.

I'm running a bank, not a barn dance.

Set a spell.

That's a fact.