You get that thing out of here.

That ain't land, girl.

Now, yes, Roe, you get upstairs and get packed for your honeymoon.

I'm gonna get you married!

How come you just getting here?

How many carats did I get?

Do I get some carats too?

Let's get on with the wedding dance.

He wanted me to get good and strong so I could help him clear that acre of land.

That's rocks.

That's Jethro.

That's better.

You might, in a subtle way, of course, let the bride know that she is getting ten perfect carrots.

Now, Jethro, you get a hold of yourself.

That's right, pal.

Hillbilly, that is.

That is fair.

That boy'll eat anything that don't bite him first.

I expect a generous man like you is aiming to settle a heap of that money on Jethro when he gets married.

That's when it happened.