Our company, a little entertainment during dinner.

What a sense of humor.

Sort of a family characteristic.

Jolly good, but a word of caution.

We'll have a keg of cider and a little mountain dew.

He has a bank north of Moose Jaw.

Well, I sure made a mess of that.

If that's the name of a poison, get me some.

Why, I'm going to cook up a mess of veggies.

Who told you Mr. Klamet was that kind of a man?

You know, Granny's a lot like that band of yours, Ellie.

Why, your Granny just cooked a mess of grits last night.

You see, back home, we just have a bunch of neighbors in and have us a do.

How would you feel about a nice big dish of flaming blubber?

Hey, let's all go sit in the parlor while Granny pulls a bung on a keg of cider.

Yeah, you know, whomping up a big feed, tapping the keg of her cider.

Mr. Van Ronsahoff spoke so highly of his French chef, I'm simply dying for a Chateaubriand.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Ellie will go out there and act like she's going to fix up a mess of idols.

Well, before we all sit down, there's a couple of things I better explain to you, Mighty Marty.