Now then, happy Pilgrims, happy Al Godwin.

Make mine a dry martini.

I'm kinda happy myself.

Be happy, bring refreshment.

Can she make a pumpkin pie, Billy?

I don't reckon even Ellie would want to make a pet out of him.

Don't tell me she's making a pet out of our Thanksgiving riddles, is she?

I declare Duke, if Mr. Drysdale give us a string of weenies, that girl'll make pets out of him.

Yeah, but Ellie's gonna be powerful happy.

With Herman, that's two happies to one mad.

Mr. Drysdale gave us that bird for a meal, not a pen.

Kind of a night, do they?

Here, have a slug of granny's rheumatism medicine.

I'm not insulting anybody.

Husband not in costume yet.

Now you do your best to make friends with everybody.

We're going to have a very authentic reproduction of the first Thanksgiving.

Why, you could serve up a whole barbecued steer on this thing and not blow it in.

Outside of a politician, I ain't never seen any critter so all-fired anxious to shake a man's hand.

Unless you want to come home and find a couple of bald-headed women.