Big overgrown pullet.

Move, you big cluck!

Well, I'll go big chicken.

I didn't see no big chicken.

I didn't feel no big chicken.

You're just as big as ever.

There was a big one here yesterday.

Big pardon, sir, but what are we hunting for?

Just a big close-up of the ostrich looking right in the camera.

Well, the clamp is up.

What is that?

Just a little hairpiece.

I am prematurely gray, you know.

How does it look?

Ridiculous.

Now go next door and tell... Margaret, I am supposed to personify youthful, vigorous leadership.

Then personify it by vigorously leading the clampets out of Beverly Hills.

Anyone with $50 million is entitled to live in a mansion.

If only they'd live in it, with the doors and windows closed and the curtains drawn.

But no!