Let go of me.

Well, that lets me out.

Telling me high society ladies don't go around carrying goats.

Oh, no, no, that'd be downright unneighborly of us to let you do that.

Let her roll, Miss Hathaway.

I don't know.

Let's just start enjoying the game.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Let's not try to change the rules.

Well, uh, why don't they just work and not bother with, uh... Now, Jeff, let's not go to changing the rules again.

Come on, everybody, let's have another Virginia Reel!

After all, you let Pearl take your car.

Probably because they don't work.

I don't want to, Ma.

I don't know how come.

Don't you worry, Miss Drysdale.

Oh, don't worry, Miss Drysdale.

Oh, they may be a bit unrefined, but at least they don't run around the streets of Beverly Hills smashed.

So help me, if those uncouth hillbillies become my social peers, life will cease to be worth living.