I want to eradicate every vestige of that horrid beast from next door.

Oh, the dog next... Le chien de nos voisins.

Drysdale Place is, uh, next one over yonder.

I reckon maybe I'll take it next, myself.

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

Swimming pools, movie stars.

In the middle of the day?

Well, if you want to get the idea, you go next door to the Drysdale's and smell some orange blossoms.

Oh, of course not, dear, of course not.

None of your business.

He missed the biggest part of her.

Oh, of course not, Milford.

What in the name of FHA is this?

Come see, Uncle Jed shaved in the middle of the day!

Get the smell of Bobcat tracks, reckon you'll get the idea?

Oh, great clouds of bogey dust!

Got a house full of females.

Must be some kin of Miss Drysdale's.

Mademoiselle Denis is the owner of Claude's bride-to-be.

I dug something out of the moth balls for you.