Oh, they're all right.

Is everything all right here?

What are you all doing?

Well, all you're makin' is a puddle.

Well, he thinks he's so all fired up.

We could all be laying a dead store.

Now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

But first of all, you'll have to go through our British customs.

You're all invited back next week to this locality, to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

You still in here?

Well, you see, we didn't know you were going to bring all this food, so we have complete dinners ready to be served.

They're included in the fare.

Oh, come in, Mr. Clampett.

If I could write the beauty of your eyes, and in fresh numbers number all your graces, the age to come would say the poet lies.

They left the plane in San Francisco.

Cousin Marcus laying sick in the castle.

We done overshot England and landed in Spain.

We was gonna be strangers in a strange land.

Quick as he gets, his oak suit broke in.