Shucks, but that ain't shooting.

Well, I ain't done nothing all day but shoot skeet.

My feet ain't big.

Oh, shucks, that ain't nothing.

Oh, no it ain't, Mr. Drysdale.

I just ain't exactly sure, Ellermay.

Eh, ain't them dandy little dishes.

Few scrawny squirrels and rabbits, it ain't worth a cartridge.

But I have a suggestion.

If you ain't careful, you'll bust them.

But ma'am... Fetch me a broom!

I know it ain't real shooting, but I tell you what, we won't take dead aim, we'll snapshoot them.

Not a very bright kid, but nice.

No, but this year's a special one.

Ah, there ain't nothing to shoot up in these hills.

Neither can I. Oh, Uncle Jet ain't missed one yet.

Yes, but... Fling!

You mean to say that Pearl let this out and now he ain't a-gonna shoot?

But to do it with a rival is absolutely remarkable.

Boy, that wall ain't no more than two or three hundred feet from the porch.