Black gold.

Don't you stay out of sight.

Get the kinks out of your joints.

It was Ellie who let Herman out.

Oh yeah, I'll fetch it right out.

And you know what I got figured out?

They'd hunt and shot out in the woods.

I can dig you a barbecue pit out back.

He's taking him out in the woods to go hunting.

Come on now, get them worry wrinkles out of your head.

Yeah, the sack that turkey just stuck his head out of.

I realize we've got a whole heap of misunderstandings to sort out, and I think we all ought to sit down and start sorting them out.

All right, doggie, there's one thing you gotta say about the folks out here.

I don't reckon even Ellie would want to make a pet out of him.

Kind of helped him take him out and put him back in his pen.

I'll just take him out the sack and he can shake hands with you.

The turkey got away, and I want old Duke to sniff out his trail.

Don't tell me she's making a pet out of our Thanksgiving riddles, is she?

Well, then you take iron out and turn it loose in the woods and hunt it.

Miss Hathaway is out getting a kettle and Mr. Drysdale doesn't have his costume on as yet.