You wish to get yourself one of them there fancy limousines.

I could be your chauffeur and drive you around in style.

Yeah, you could sit in the back seat all doodied up and folks would think you was a duke or an earl or something.

Yeah.

Oh, I don't reckon that'd fool nobody.

Besides, I ain't particularly anxious to have folks think I'm something I ain't.

You're a millionaire?

Well, I bet you that's just as good as a duke or an earl.

All right, get through it.

Take her around and go to polishing.

You know, Jay, Mr. Drysdale could help you get into high society.

You could join one of those fancy clubs and go to stylish parties and get my picture in the paper.

I mean, get your picture in the paper.

I don't anchor for high society, Pearl, but if you do, I'll speak to Mr. Drysdale.

Tell me that when it comes to society, his wife is one of the first hogs to the trough.

It ain't for me, Jed, but it sure would be nice for Ellie Mae.

Why, she could be a debutante and have a coming-up party and... What's that?

Daddy, it's a party where unmarried society girls meet unmarried society fellas.

Why, Ellie May and me could get a... That is, Ellie May could get a husband in no time.

Jed, you got my butter churn patched up.