I ain't biting on the same visions twice in one day.

Only when Paul hits me.

We'd curl up in the hay.

Not in the middle store, huh?

You all better come in out of the bees.

Come in, Mr. Drysdale.

We'll wait in here.

There's a creek in the house, where's my shotgun?

I'll break it to her gently in the morning.

Dog crick, in his underwear.

You're in for a surprise.

I'll go let him in.

Now couldn't we just spend the night in your barn?

Ain't got no key in it.

Let out a little in between.

You're the head of the Trampled Clan.

Oh, but you sure put me in the mood to go.

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

Why don't you go out in the kitchen and have some vittles?

Now, won't you reconsider taking a job in my bank?