I'm in trouble with a lot of women.

You reckon there's enough meatballs in the truck for the three of us?

Ellie Mae, go in the house.

Think about how Isabelle's the prettiest girl in the hills.

Picture me in life.

You got the phone in your hand.

Jethro, uh... The girl you're gonna marry is waiting in the house.

Of course, it's mostly rocks and stumps, but a couple of strong young'uns like Jethro and Esibel have that thing cleared in four or five years.

You might, in a subtle way, of course, let the bride know that she is getting ten perfect carrots.

Roof needed patchin', well caved in had to be dug out, mule needin' chewin', lots of little things like that.

It ain't Jethro I'm in love with.

Now, uh, I guess we're all in.

Well, in that case, I'll take turnips.

I reckon you're as proud of them as I am of mine.

I'm sure you must be in the wrong place.

No bigger in a minute than Scrappy the Banyan.

Why, of course you don't.

Well then we climb into the back of the truck and eat all the fiddles that's left!

He keeps Jed's $35 million in his bank?

You will understand how out of place you are when I tell you that no ring in this cage sells for less than $10,000.