Turn off the key!

You and those off-key butter and egg men.

Everybody in the same key now.

Don't let him turn off the key!

Come on, Gladys.

I found them laying on the bench.

And when we get to the rubato strain on the reprise, glissando into the major seventh, and we'll take it in moderato on the subdominant, okay?

She wants to go on the road with us and sing at fairs and such.

Why ain't you on your way to the airport?

On a mighty rough road from Lynchburg to Danville, it's lying on a three-mile grade.

This here's a surprise I've been working on.

From now on, you don't have to work Sundays.

We just fly right on over that traffic jam.

He says he's got something new he put on the truck.

You really got your heart set on it, ain't you?

Come on, Gladys, now show us what you can do.

And the squirrel.

Oh, and fellas, on your accompaniment, I'd like you both to be playing guitar.

Why don't you let me go out on the road with you and perform then?

She's out on a date while my bank goes to pot.