I love surprises.

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

Call me Marty, Marty, the way Clamber does that kills me.

Do you know what happened to the last man who admitted that to Ranselhoff?

That's the trouble with fellas like Clampett and me.

And he made me throw that chicken on you, too.

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

I reckon that's what she misses.

Last week I went to one in Buckingham Palace with the liveryed servants and the protocol.

I noticed that you didn't eat much.

I ain't worth the powder to blow me up with.

That's just the word I was looking for.

Well, I sure made a mess of that.

Miss Hathaway, let me say that you have a date for this evening.

I don't blame Jed for wanting to get rid of me.

I have a new French chef that's a genius.

The fact that I have appeared eager might lead you to believe that I am a girl with whom you could

I'd love to bring him, but he has dinner planned on his yacht and I have to do what he wants.

Now, Ellie Mae, I know it's, again, your nature, and I know how much you love your Granny, but for her own sake, I want you to try to be real spiteful.

I can hardly wait to get back from that around the world cruise, see what kind of party they're going to plan for me next.