You and your big mouth.

Carries it around in a big leather bag.

This girl is a great, big, hairy, drunken brute.

Well, a minute ago, you were a great big hairy goomer, lurching and squealing through the garden.

She was lurching around, switching her skirts and showing her big hairy legs, and him sitting there telling me what a wonderful mother she'd make.

The one with the handsome brother in the garden.

The colonel's niece.

The Comedy's You.

The next castle.

The Beverly Hillbillies.

It's the time, Jeb.

You'll break the spell.

She's priming the pump.

Done emptied the bag.

The wedding is off?

She was reeling around the yard, sucking on the hind one.

The handsomest man in Tennessee.

You're one of the Americans.

This ain't the time, Jed.

Now he's got the love.