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.