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I shall deal with her directly.

Only thing is, it don't sound like a chicken.

Talks gibberish.

You shoot it and you skin it.

You ain't forgot what I said about granny's jug of liquor.

I ain't gone away.

Now, Jethro, you and me is going back out there and corner that chicken.

I presume he went to Eden as a boy.

Just the same, I think I'd rather have Jethro do the cutting.

Matter of fact,

Pa, folks would call me a sis.

It might not get cold in the day, but it sure freezes solid at night.

This is your kitchen.

Now then, what are we cooking for Mr. Clampett?

It ain't right for folks to go against nature.

I'll show you how I know.

Don't blame you.

I'll get a fire to go on in here and we'll see.

Now, here, here.

Hillbilly, that is.

If I know Jethro, he went to Eden the minute he was born.

I reckon there's been a kind of a misunderstanding.

I'll get through.

Drumstick ain't much.

Okay, Uncle Jack.

You sure can, and the sooner the better.