Sometimes I ask myself the question, why did I marry a city woman?

Me too, Lester, me too.

Earl, I just got the answer to my question.

Me too, Lester.

Me too.

Now, boys, put me down.

Put me down.

You deserve to be carried, Granny.

You're the queen of the kitchen.

Yeah, sit here on your throne and we'll send our wives in for another cooking lesson.

Yeah, and if you can learn them to cook grits and jowls like yours, we're gonna write a song about you.

I'll do it!

Did you tell them to get into some working clothes?

Yeah, they had some foolish idea about going to San Francisco, but we put a stop to that.

Where did we go wrong, Louise?

You should have asked them before lunch.

Once they tasted Granny's vittles, it was no contest.

Well, let's forget about San Francisco and go back to cooking school.

No, wait.

I can't face another lecture on advanced grits and jowls.