Seems to me that Thanksgiving is a mighty poor time for folks to be yelling and arguing at one another.

Have a good time, Herman.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

One beer and one fire water.

At the clampets.

Well, maybe that's one good thing about catching us a billiard.

Well, get at it.

The next time you get me a job like this, I want stuntman's pay.

They might just have one.

10 fire water to one vermouth.

It's been a whole year since the guys they all sat down at the table with us.

Why, I could use one of those myself.

With Herman, that's two happies to one mad.

You reckon we could shoot one of these sometime?

We just gotta shoot us one of them billiards for Thanksgiving.

Well, that's the one you mean I gave to the clamberers.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

I wonder if I might borrow one of Granny's ancient outdoor cooking pots.

And next year, we gonna have us one of them rascals for Thanksgiving.

That a boy.