Smoothly... and gracefully.

Come, fair maiden, and I shall sing of your golden tresses, and your azure eyes, and your skin of alabaster, and your other charms that set me aflame.

And Mumsy will call the police.

I can't wait to see Ellie all polished up and talking like Sonny and Miss Jean.

It's broad daylight, and besides, they swim.

I must have complete quiet and concentration.

Now you watch me closely and I'll show you how to develop perfect posture and grace of movement.

And only you can put out the fire.

That is ludicrous, irrational, sophomoric, and pure hokum.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

Now you sit still and leave those young'uns alone.

Ellie Mae Clampett needs me, and I need her.

I'll be her Pygmalion, and she'll be my Galatea.

Is Ellie and Sonny still in that room alone?

He's mine, and no other woman shall have him.

He's sitting on the bank, and he's holding her hand.

Well, just my sack of crawdad bones and my buckeye.

Now we'll practice diction and intonation at the same time.

And it's high time you got one, being a widower.

You look pure Park Avenue and you speak pure Tobacco Road.