Now, can I get back to my sweet talk?

Now, Mr. Drysdale, to help you, I left my store and I rode 40 miles with a pig.

I ought to undress you and put you to bed.

I want it all impounded on my boat.

I want to get you to the stove as quick as I can.

Is that the degenerate criminal I had to give up my fishing trip for just when the bass started biting?

To let him know I care.

My wallet's missing.

It's my bear!

If I was to turn him loose, is he the kind of a banker that would run off with my wife?

He's not my friend.

It's not my fault.

Hey, Fred, can I borrow your truck to run over to Ripley?

I just use his stuff to run the truck on.

Oh, my pleasure, Mr. Clapton.

I mean we are going to bail him out.

Mr. Drysdale, I just made that phone call to your bank.

I got to plead his case in front of Hittinger, Joe.

Listen, did you call my bank again?

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.