He'll feel more secure with his daddums at his side.

Uh, you know, Jethro, I don't feel much like hunting.

Come on, Duke.

Come on up here.

Hold on, Ellie Bane.

We just both feel an ornery, dragged out, don't give two shucks for nothing.

Nigh on to 200 years.

Looky on it, Uncle Jed!

Depends on what you hunt.

Before she come along, Duke was feeling lower and a snake's belly and a wagon rut, but look at him now.

It's got Smell-Em on it!

Pearl, both deem shame on you.

Ellie Mae, you go on outside.

Youngins, you go on and get outside.

You gonna spy on your own cousin?

Come on, Miss Hathaway, let's get back to the bank.

Granny, taking in a wamp up a mess of spring tonic for old Duke and me, we is feeling like the high and quarter of the bad luck.

You said you and old Duke was feeling all dragged out and ornery, and you wanted to go hunting to get your blood to stir, and that's what you said.

A bridesmaid?

He had a clip, and a manicure, and a dye job.