I'm, uh, quite anxious to meet him.

I suppose his father matriculated him.

You turn him loose and get up from there before I take a strap to the boot.

You reckon we could turn him into a cat?

I want to talk to you.

He's got to get back to Oxford and go to school.

However, as though I admire his enthusiasm, I must forbid him access through the main entrance.

Because nature made him into a dog, just the same way nature made you into a girl.

That's what I want to talk to you about.

It's where the oxen used to ford the river.

You want to wrestle.

I have to take off my shoes to get any fresh air.

You talk to Miss Hathaway.

Ought to burn real good.

Well, I don't know what you're cooking him, but if he wants any vittles for me, somebody better shoot a possum.

By the time Granny come to help out, you was too wild to tame.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

You and me is going to the woodshed.

Jethro, you swear to be telling the truth?

Glad to see you're taking the firm hand.