Look at his hair!

He's upsetting the wedding ceremony at the Drysdale's.

Like my ma showed me, and like her ma showed her, and her ma before that.

Well, look at them shoes!

Look at this nice bone.

Let's take a look at you.

Come this way and I'll show it to you.

Hey, Granny, hey, Pearl, look at old Duke.

Look at this here collar that Cottonpatch was wearing.

You want to show me how to play your lap organ someday?

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

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

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

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

Things have come to a sorry state when a man can't shave his face and comb his hair without his family cackling like a bunch of chickens at a new worm.