How dare you call me a liar?

I'm wanting to call a widder caterer.

I'm awfully sorry about losing my temper when you called.

I don't rightly know what her late husband was called.

Well, let's call up the widder and see what she's got cooking today.

Uncle Jay had called that Beverly Caterer, and he got mean-mouthed something awful.

Now, you put Mr. Tenthman on the phone and tell him it's Milford Drysdale calling.

I didn't want to disturb you at the meeting, but your wife has been calling frantically.

All you gotta do is call them on the telephone and tell them what you want.

I'll let you women folks talk about the middles, but first I just want to say if you ever need a fence-manning or a well-dug or any heavy work at all, you just call on Jethro and me.

But the dog is the one that's supposed to do the fetching!

I'll take the food round to the kitchen.

That don't take the ham off the hog.

The giant jackrabbit!

The giant jackrabbit!

The giant jackrabbit!

The Beverly Hillbillies.

You're the one who insulted him on the phone.

May I share the humor of the situation, Chief?

These are the ones that does all the cooking.