Let's take a look at you.

Take your shoes off.

Now, that takes a rag off in the bush.

I reckon maybe I'll take it next, myself.

Now, you go yourself and take Duke with you.

I want to take that dog back to the Drysdales, and Duke, you're coming along.

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.

A bridesmaid?

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

Epping, you had a beau driving up in a fancy car and a hugging and a kissing you.

And a fine figure of a man, too.

A diamond choker.

Old Duke's happier than a cat at a fish fry.

Ain't you never seen a man with a shave before?

Jed got a sweetie?

Not unless there's a wedding or a funeral to go to.

You do make more racket than a jackass in a tin bar!

This is a magic moment.

Oh, what a cruel blow!

Might a handsome-looking woman.