A smidgen is just a teeny little bit, just like that.

Ellie, honey, run up to the house and fetch us a jug.

Lancelot and Guinevere, they're like Tristan and Isolde, Heloise and Abelard.

Just dandy.

And your gravy smells just scrumptious.

I feel like Guinevere.

Yeah, and she's going to do authentic folk songs just like they've been done for hundreds of years.

Just look at her.

Do you feel like Lancelot?

Just homesick, Earl, but your music is just the medicine she needs.

Well, I'm just mounting measurements.

She just sits there rockin' and a-singin' about home.

It ain't just for certain he's coming.

Hey, things might work out just fine.

Let me get my fingers warmed up just a little.

My doggy, if you three don't go together like poems, side meat, and sorghum.

Granny, wouldn't you like to see who was making that music?

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

I reckon that'd be just about the high spot of her life.

Well, yeah, maybe it would be best if you'd just come on over.