Granny, there's nothing in the world like your puree of possum.

Greatest guy in the world.

One of nature's doublemen.

Of course you know Herbie.

Wouldn't think of overcharging a friend.

Are two of my dearest friends going to desert me in my hour of need?

He's quite fond of fun and games.

Here comes three cars full of police.

And Jethro, maybe chop two cords of wood, dig five bushels of potatoes, and haul a whole heap of... Tommy, Tommy boy, that's good for you!

And make sure he gets plenty of giblets.

Well, at least I can get rid of the taste.

I need the rest of this to buy your clothes.

In front of the clavets, remember to call him Herbie.

Well, where is the first bad habit to break him of?

You ain't gonna get no work out of that playboy ape.

I don't want you drinking none of that gassed up cider.

The sight of all that delicious food has made me ravenous.

I say we is well rid of that bad timbered varmint.

By the way, Granny, can Herbie have a room of his own?

Here, you dish up Mr. Drysdale a great big heapin' heppin' of possum.