Ain't that a stroke of luck, Granny.

You think that's a lot of bottles?

What kind of a dress is that?

He even made a hypochondriac out of you.

But Ellie, you're showing too much bare heart.

How would you like for a member of your family to become princess of Palm Springs?

I beseech you, do not become enmeshed in a web of lies.

I'm sorry, Ellie Mae, but I just don't cut into the notion of a bunch of strangers gawking at your bare limbs.

This is a beautiful resort with lots of trees and fine hotels and swimming pools.

None of the fun.

What, kind of drinking?

Well, for one thing, that electric meat grinder has been giving Granny a heap of trouble.

As a matter of fact, he's stretched out on the sofa right now, having his nap.

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

The way I look at it, ain't nobody got a right to be ashamed of nobody else.

We must have carried in a barrel of water to prime that thing, but it doesn't work.

She's a snob.

Set a spell.

What's a hypochondriac?

Have a nip.