Turn old Duke loose so he can go in there particularly.

All right, just relax.

Least ways not just yet.

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

Now, if you just calm yourself down, I'll go and get him.

Well, this is just a lot of doggone nonsense.

Oh, that's just a warn I got from picking up toast.

Just a mite greasy from all that oil you smear on yourself.

Ellie May will be all right if you just leave her alone.

And Mumsy will call the police.

Smoothly... and gracefully.

And only you can put out the fire.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

While I transfuse into this simple, untutored mind the charm, the polish, the splendor,

I'm telling you for the good of the country.

The spell is broken!

I'll call the doctor.

Except for the mwah.

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.

Now, you hold the bag while I sift in the starter.