I wouldn't cotton to her traveling around with your foggy mountain boy.

I want to hear these boys.

Well, I don't get to travel around much like you boys.

All right, number 52, your name, please.

All right, Miss Evans, now this is going to be your music audition.

All right, now this is your cooking test.

I'd just feel better if we tell the boys we got here all right.

She'll burn her brand right on your heart, and you won't even feel it smart.

I heard you boys picked out a couple of sweet ones, didn't you?

Why, Douglas, Mr. Drysdale, you know a lot about these boys.

Are you boys planning any personal appearances while you're out here?

All right, Chief, we don't need you.

That's your singing test, did you?

I took you at your word.

Boy, this here is Miss Hathaway and Mr. Drysdale from down to the bank.

Oh, but I couldn't ask you ladies to give up your cooking lessons.

Well, speaking of your beautiful, sophisticated city wives, how did you happen to meet them?

Say, Lester and Earl, your wives here would like to go to San Francisco.

Yeah, and if you can learn them to cook grits and jowls like yours, we're gonna write a song about you.

You deserve to be carried, Granny.