Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer barely kept his family fed.

Reckon we got prowlers?

We got a prowler?

Well, you reckon we ought to stay and see he don't get out of bed?

And?

We leave that door open?

All the money we spent was Dr. Clyburn.

Try and stop him.

And his fever's busted.

And put that jug down!

Well, and who are you?

And I'm going with you.

Try and get some sleep.

He's sleeping nice and sound.

He got hooked on it when we drove to Hooterville.

There's a turkey and a ham in the oven, and roastineers on the stove.

And hit him where it'll show.

I'll fetch another jug from my root cellar and get it over and doctor Mr. Drysdale.

Spare the rod and spoil the bale.

The doctor tries to serve humanity and all.