Chicken tracks.

Seven foot chicken.

Just us chickens.

Damn, lame, pushy chicken.

Well, I'll go big chicken.

Just me and the chicken.

I didn't see no big chicken.

I didn't feel no big chicken.

And them blasted chickens with him.

Your chickens are in my tomato patch again.

Well, it wasn't my chickens that got them on us, Pa.

You gotta shrink back to chicken size before anybody sees ya.

I'm working again trying to come up with a chicken shrinker.

When I get my hands on you, you're gonna be chicken stew.

If there's one thing I came to buy, it's a pushy chicken.

Here I was walking along and all of a sudden there was that seven foot chicken.

Now, we all know that there's something mighty powerful vexing Granny or she wouldn't have gone to such trouble to get shit of us.

Now the way I got it figured... Uncle Jed, can't we talk about this on the way to Pasadena?

Boy... We ain't going to Pasadena.

How else we gonna get Pasadena buried?