All right, number 52, your name, please.

My Chet Clampett?

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

You're next, my dear.

This here's my bobcat.

That's my favorite city.

It wasn't my fault.

Earl, I just got the answer to my question.

I think it woke my aunt in San Francisco.

My aunt in San Francisco.

I don't know how I did on my fatback and collard greens.

If I ever do get married, I want to keep my wife here at home.

I was merely holding an informal meeting of my folk music appreciation group.

I've done had my breakfast, and I'm late for school now.

Well, I dreamt I was a chitlin, all three kinds.

Lester, you thinking about the same thing I am?

And if a secretary cannot trust the word of her employee, then I ask you, whom can she trust?

My wife talked about them in her sleep last night.

Well, don't know if I can stomp faster than you can pick, but I'll do my best.

You see, there's a point, but... You're having a hootenanny in my office, and I'm apologizing?