Same to you, and many more of them.

And them's his best socks.

And there's where my TV set was.

I want to eradicate every vestige of that horrid beast from next door.

He dug up four of his best bones and give them to her.

Pa, am I going to have a new ma?

Claude is about to meet his new bride.

I'm gonna put this stuff back where it belongs and I don't want to hear no more words about roaming.

Things have come to a sorry state when a man can't shave his face and comb his hair without his family cackling like a bunch of chickens at a new worm.

You said you and old Duke was feeling all dragged out and ornery, and you wanted to go hunting to get your blood to stir, and that's what you said.

Now, if you sight-twixt them first and second trees there, you'll catch a glimpse of the Drysdale House.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Come this way and I'll show it to you.

Granny and me's got some grown-up things to say.

I want to take that dog back to the Drysdales, and Duke, you're coming along.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

After all, I have Claude's wedding to pay for, and soon there'll be other little mouths to feed.

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

I prefer to consider Claude and his beautiful Parisian bride as entering wedlock.

Well, if you want to get the idea, you go next door to the Drysdale's and smell some orange blossoms.