Where's my shotgun?

He's my boss.

I lost my glasses.

Yes, my giant jackrabbit.

How did it get in my backyard?

Them's the last of my pickle paw paws.

I busted my head running into them curtains.

Would you like to step into my kitchen?

I better stay here and guard my kitchen.

Why, you little worm, you untied my giant jackrabbit.

I'm awfully sorry about losing my temper when you called.

Ellie Mae has done made pets out of everything but my pickled turnips.

Ellie, go in the kitchen and get out my biggest pot and start peeling taters.

If I were to tie another rope onto the bottom of that limb, pull it down, and then take my loop and put some carrots in it... Mmm.

But the dog is the one that's supposed to do the fetching!

That don't take the ham off the hog.

I'll take the food round to the kitchen.

The giant jackrabbit!

The giant jackrabbit!

The giant jackrabbit!