I'll give you one hour.

We got a good one back home.

You have to act like one, too.

Mr. Drysdale is not one to chicken out.

They just celebrate one day later than we do.

Not if I make you one of my hair-growing poultices.

I ain't spending one more night in this Beverly Hills, and that's that.

Well, if I hear as much as one rumor about Granny... Oh, howdy there!

But there isn't going to be a... I believe the medical crisis can't wait, not even for one hour.

Well, when a policeman come by and tried to give me another ticket, I said, no thank you, we already got one.

If word gets out that my hair was snipped off, buried by a little hillbilly witch doctor to cast a spell on my sickness, you think I'd have one patient left?