Good thing.

Which one?

The next one.

Here, Countess, try one.

Well, as one of my husbands used to say, it takes many hounds to make the pack.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

You got to remember, Granny, come election time, them two parties says a lot of things about each other.

I know several dukes, but not that one.

Why, Jed, they is in such bad shape, one party can't walk and the other one can't even stand up.

She's done run out of yarbs and roots and berries and things.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bumbling crew.

Hey, if you marry up with the Countess, you can live in one of them castles, wear one of them tin suits, fight dragons with a sword, rescue them damsels in distress.

They jet to the Riviera for the sun, to Innsbruck for the ski, to Paris for clothes, to Las Vegas for divorces.

Safe to get out?

I'm here to eat crow.

I happen to be unattached.

She wants to see you.

Thanks to this magic elixir.

And pointed to this house.

To the Fountain of Youth.