And these are going to need stamps made of asbestos.

See if you can find a creek.

No, fresh crawdad swimming around in creek water.

There's a creek in the house, where's my shotgun?

Listen to them crawdads thrashing around in that creek water.

But I reckon I could find some along the creek.

This place ain't got a well, it ain't got a creek.

Then we'll dig a creek, just like the one at home.

The judge is up the river and he's up the creek.

The well was froze, the trough, the pond, the creek, everything.

Then I want you to drop in over there on wardrobe and pick up your crash helmet, your chest protector, your safety padding, and your asbestos underwear.

Well, up the creek and down the river, goodbye gullet and hello liver.

Well, Leaf Creek's not anxious for his boy Dub to get hitched to Ellie.

Back home, we took our turn of corn to the gristmill down by Catfish Creek.

Here in Beverly Hills, they ain't got no creek nor river to turn the mill wheel.

Have you figured out how many crawdads we can take out of that creek water every day?

That jackrabbit was here, and Dove Creek is here, and probably is no good paw along with him.

Sorry to keep you waiting, fellas, but I figured I'd better change into my good clothes if we're going to confide with the Sheik.

Yes, we were just discussing how to handle him.

I'll handle him for you.