I kind of helped him.

I think he's kind of cute myself.

Why, I could use one of those myself.

I wonder if I might borrow one of Granny's ancient outdoor cooking pots.

I declare Duke, if Mr. Drysdale give us a string of weenies, that girl'll make pets out of him.

I don't reckon even Ellie would want to make a pet out of him.

I realize we've got a whole heap of misunderstandings to sort out, and I think we all ought to sit down and start sorting them out.

Outside of a politician, I ain't never seen any critter so all-fired anxious to shake a man's hand.