I can't, Uncle Jack!

My secretary should be over very soon.

Pa just can't wait to commence gardening.

Now, my secretary will be over right away to help you with the hiring of servants or whatever problems you may have.

And over there's where I seen that great big pink chicken.

Well, now, why don't you bring your missus over tonight for supper, and I'll have Granny whomp up a mess of grits and hog jowl.

I'm a cook with a stove that don't brawl, food that's froze solid, chickens that can't be caught, eggs that can't be broke, and a smart, alecky city woman telling me my business.

Granny, you get your fire to going.

Flew right over the top of that there rock lady, landed in that pond, and swam like an otter.

You get the fire and I'll go with her.

Thank you.

You shoot it and you skin it.

Could've whooped you if you hadn't tripped me.

You ain't neither.

Uh, you won't.

How you know?

You want it?

Thank you, ma'am.

Don't blame you.

Stop, you barbarian!