Oy vey, he is smith!

Is there a table?

That there is what you call a Beverly Hills billiard.

There it is again.

Would you shinny up that walnut tree out back there and pick me a nice big sack of nuts?

Oil, that is.

Hillbilly, that is.

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

Is it a deal?

That's a fact.

That a boy.

That's a fact, Granny.

Gee, I think you've got a idea there.

It was in a crate right over there.

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

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

I can dig you a barbecue pit out back.

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

I declare Duke, if Mr. Drysdale give us a string of weenies, that girl'll make pets out of him.

Outside of a politician, I ain't never seen any critter so all-fired anxious to shake a man's hand.