She fell head first in a flower barrel!

Your pictures will be in every newspaper.

I'll fetch your lap organ in for you.

Your cousin.

Come in, come in.

That ruined your hair.

Take your shoes off.

In this truck?

Mrs. Drysdale, your husband's here.

What happened to your car?

Mr. Clampett, if our genealogical records confirm those entries in your family Bible, you will make headlines from coast to coast.

You can wear your store-boughten hair.

What happened to your beautiful spring hat?

In fact, I'm late now.

I'll be in the hospital.

Come in, whoever you are.

I'm in a terrible hurry.

And while you got your hands in the hot soapy water, why, you might as well do a few of these digging.

After all, you let Pearl take your car.

Uh, in a moment, Madam President.