It's Luke Short's boy.

Where you going, boy?

Where'd the boys go?

Boy, that is black gold, Texas tea.

Luke Short's boy was always looked on as the catch of the heels.

Come to think of it, Granny, I reckon Miss Jane ain't ever seen Luke's boy.

Hurry!

Get up, you lazy bag of bones.

We gotta track down that two-legged weasel that is trapped on the family honor!

Here, Miss Jane, now just shoot the skillet.

We want him to be able to stand up in front of the preacher.

Well, uh, let's have Miss Jane take her car and look for the rascal in town.

Good hunting, Miss Jane.

You know what he looks like, don't you?

Roger will go.

I hope she don't bring him back instead.

She won't.

Now, Granny, you scour the country out back of the house, and I'll cover the other direction.

Can I take old Duke with me?

My nose ain't what it used to be.