The pen of my aunt.

Claude is the father of quintuplets.

What kind of rattle?

I'll take care of me.

You just take care of Duke.

Aren't you proud of him, Melbourne?

Well, you shaved for her, and in the middle of the day.

How many of us does that leave?

But I have taken care of that.

Now, of course, the first boy should be Claude Jr.

Hey, Uncle Jeb, you done changed again in the middle of the day.

Been there a couple of weeks or so.

No, Mr. Clampett, she means a photograph of you.

One deviled hawk egg, two pickled pawpaw, three harmony grits and one salted down hog jowls, one sack of salt, one sack of sugar and one sack of dried beans, one skunk,

Now, I've got a lot of work to do, Margaret.

Mrs. Drysdale has cabled me that Colette is expecting and has invited me to come and take my pick of the litter of puppy.

You lookin' as pretty as a bag full of striped candy.

Well, I wonder which one of us she's going to take.

Something tells me you closed that window a couple of months too late.

One of these days, I gotta have a long talk with that boy.