Now, will you stop worrying?

Oh, we's next door neighbors.

These are the targets we shoot at.

We don't need much cotton to fire off.

And the skeet match is tomorrow morning, and this beauty will be mine, mine, mine.

No, no, Granny, we don't use cups, just these saucers.

Not until we first have a little meeting with Mr. Pendleton.

Uncle Jed, if we don't do us some shooting, we ain't gonna be able to bark a squirrel out of a tall tree at 300 yards.

Mr. Drysdale, I have always been a loyal secretary, but there are some things my conscience will not permit me to do.

You bring the truck around, Jethro, and I'll pack a lunch, and we can get started.

Come on, everybody, let's go home, where we can find some yarbs and get some fresh game meat.

I know it ain't real shooting, but I tell you what, we won't take dead aim, we'll snapshoot them.

Oh, we just smear a little sorghum on the wall and get them when they buzz in for a landing.

I tell you what, you grab a handful of matches, we'll stick them in the ground alongside that wall out front, we sit on the porch, and we'll take turns lighting them with our rifles.