Well, let's get a going.

But that little go-in-go-do-not-bless has got that little chicken sitting on his back.

Why have you suddenly decided to go back to Boston?

Milburn, are you going to open the window or am I?

Uncle Jed and me's going to town and buy some stock.

He's going to get there with a goat's milk just in time.

Well, if you're going out in the brush hunting stuff for Granny, you'd best put on some old clothes.

I was going to see our new neighbors, the Clampetts, and suddenly this dreadful giant appeared with a huge gun and shot my beautiful fox first.

I got myself some mighty fine looking stock.

Of course, they need a little fattening up.

Mr. Drysdale happy to see him?

Granny, he was so happy, he couldn't talk.

He just kind of hung on a fence and made little gurgling noises in his throat.

Well, that poor man has some joy coming to him.

I'm glad to be able to help him to forget his trouble for a spell.

Here's the dog's milk, Granny.

Oh, good, Ellie.

Now, you run that right over to Mr. Drysdale.

That's sobering up mash.

Smart's considerable unless you follow it up with fresh goat's milk.