Well, that is a problem.

She's got everything.

Beautiful face, great figure, works at a drive-in restaurant.

Boy, when she comes at me with a plate of hamburgers and french fries, my heart just goes to beating like a hammer.

And when she gets near, and I see them little dabs of ketchup on her apron, smell that pick-a-relish on her fingers, nothing here drives me mad.

Well, I reckon there's all kinds of love.

Oh, it's the real thing, Uncle Jim.

I compete right here.

You sure that ain't indigestion?

I don't know, but you gotta give me some advice on court.

I must've ate 300 hamburgers in the last week, and she ain't even give me a smile.

Well, boy, I'd sure like to help, but it's been a long while since I fished in them kind of waters, and times have changed.

What do you mean?

Well, I always say, if you want to know what kind of bait they're biting on, ask the fella that's catching his limit.

You know how to ask for one?

Well, how about, hey, let's you and me go out spooning?

Oh, no, no, Jethro.

There's a better way.

Try something like, uh... Let's make this our evening to remember.

I see.