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I don't care what these squirrely Beverly Hills folks have in their house.
What for?
Yes, sir.
Not my cooking they don't.
You name it, I've got it.
You can gather me up in an old gunny sack.
What fur?
It's true.
But I like him, and he's going to be here for supper.
Barn owl.
Well, I reckon so.
Once he gets a taste of my riddles, we'll never get rid of him.
I'm Dr. Martin.
That's right.
Where are you?
I swat them pesky things.
Ain't no new ones he can give her.
Well, ain't nobody can tame her.
Come on, Skipper.
You don't have to explain nothing to me, Jed.