And I got to admit that Beverly Hills ain't done a lot to help her.

I ain't seen anything picked that fast since Jethro got in the berry patch.

Yes, but they're wise.

You see, there's a point, but... You're having a hootenanny in my office, and I'm apologizing?

Say, Jed, how come you ain't married up with one of these pretty Beverly Hills women?

But you know something, Gladys?

But Granny... You two, move on.

But they're doing it for Ellie Mae.

But will the boys let us go?

But there'll be dozens of girls to look at.

Why, Shucks, Lester, these fine, high-steppin' society fillies ain't about to jump into double harness with an old country plow horse like me.

He's got a mule, he's got a dog, but what he needs from the catalog is delivery of someone to love without fail.

Oh, yes, but don't worry if you can't sing folk music.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Oh, but I couldn't ask you ladies to give up your cooking lessons.

But Mr. Flatt and Mr. Scruggs are going to do something for us.

Well, Gladys and I could do a lot for her, but we'd have to get her away.

But, Chief, don't you think you should stay and look over Mr. Clavitt's prospective brides?

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

Well, but Granny... And besides, I was going to throw in another crack at hand-slung chitlins.