One, two, three.

That is, the little ones.

She's the one who watches him.

Kid, there's only one man like him.

Well, there goes another one right there.

He's the one that ought to be on TV.

I reckon he can tame one wild girl.

Granny says he can drop seven, eight wrestlers in one shot.

But if there's one man alive who can tame her, it's big Quirt Manley.

Both of them being fond of critters and neither one of them having a sweetheart.

Then drop to your knees, my handsome one, and ask me the question that is in your heart.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.

That's the botanical term for daffodil.

Yonder goes the man for Ellie Mae.

Jane has a reward for you.

Oh, you're done for now, Quirt.

They just use me for close-ups.

Make up poems for girls like you.

Ain't no girl good enough for Quirt Manley.

That stew ain't got too much going for it.