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I promised Jethro I'd lay his rockets for it!
Oh, ding-a-di, oh, sound upon the mountain.
We's gonna have chicken soup, and not much of that.
Yes, she quit, walked out, deserted me.
Not right now.
Practice what?
Tell you what, honey?
Jethro has turned over a new leaf.
Everything's in a mess since Miss Hathaway left.
Miss Jane... Boy, how did that set with Mr. Drydale?
I got good news.
I don't know.
Yeah, I reckon flapping them wings around up there must have given him an appetite.
Well, Jethro, I didn't know he was interested.
Well, you better work fast, huh?
Frankly, it depends upon how well you can sing.
Like glory!
8...7... Well, how you gonna get back down?
Where's he going?
Well, that's settled, then.
He's right upset with you.
Yeah.
I have always wanted to pursue a career as a folk singer, and now I shall.
I made it myself.
It took 27 chickens to make them wings.
Oh, yes, indeed, Mr. Clampett.
I think the boy's headed back, Granny.
This may be just a gimmick we're looking for.
It was night.
Folk singing.