Why, you're a fine figure of a man.

You are the man I would like to have come with me into Honeymoon Lane.

Don't argue with me.

Well, Mr. Clampett is that kind of man.

That's who I'm starting with.

Wouldn't want to be grazing in another man's pasture.

But she... Don't argue with me.

You kind of got me pushed into a corner with her.

Mrs. Fenwick is seeking capital with her millions?

I've no time to socialize with those eccentric hillbillies.

You don't have to wear boys' clothes to have fun with balling.

I'm not having anyone tell me what to do with their money.

Granny gave that gown a good scrubbing with her lye soap and patched it too.

Ma'am, I ain't doubting them, but, uh, them's things a man kind of likes to find out for himself.

It would stop the whole place with possums, raccoons, hound dogs, bobcats, whatever Ellie wants.

How about me going inside with you and courting Cynthia while you court the widow?

All they think about is smearing themselves with beauty grease, fancy smell, and rendrons.

Well, maybe now with a good woman behind you, you'll soon have some stripes on them sleeves.

Chief, you're a banker, not a matchmaker.

Well, if things don't work out with the widow, I might just ask Mr. Drysdale, can he fix it so I can meet Lillian Gish?