Ms. Brooks tried to get me out of a jam with Mr. Conklin, but it was no dice.

Well, now, if a handsome critter like you couldn't soften the hombre, he must be dead set against Walter.

Uh, forgive my boldness, ma'am, but you're as pretty as a palomino mare a-loping off to the barn when she gets a whiff of new mown hay.

Yeah, goodbye Ms. Brooks.

Adios, mi chiquita.

Say, uh, Walter, would you keep these papers in your briefcase for me? I forgot mine.

What were you saying, Tex?

Well, it's like I was telling Miss Davis, uh, you must have me mixed up with my brother Vince Barton.

I never played no basketball for Clay City.

[dishes clatter]

[laughs]

Of course, there's one point I think I oughta clear up.

I said I never played no basketball for Clay City, but I didn't say I never played no basketball.

It's just that this being my freshman year, I wasn't able to straighten out my credits till a couple of weeks ago.

Huh? You see, my

folks will be out visiting tonight...

After I spend what I got on me for lunch, I won't be able to afford no dinner, unless I gets me an invite.

And, of course, down home, we don't think twice about sharing a grub with a stranger.

Yes, sir, there's nothing like splitting your chow to help you get acquainted.

Well,

Of

course, there's one point I think I ought to clear up.

Huh?

You see, my folks will be out visiting tonight...

After I spend what I got on me for lunch, I won't be able to afford no dinner unless I gets me an invite.

And, of course, down home, we don't think twice about sharing a grub with a stranger.

Yes, sir, there's nothing like splitting your chow to help you get acquainted.

At Clay City,

we always spelt varsity with a V.

But if you was only funnin' this morning and you really want me to join up, I guess I can think it over a spell longer.

Maybe

I can help you.

I doubt it, ma'am.

For Christmas, Pa and I got her some brand new riding boots and stirrups.

For her birthday, we got her a pair of chaps and a stepson.

And for Easter, we decked her out in a spanking new box of saddles.

Yes, sir.

Howdy, Miss Brooks.

Ms. Brooks tried to get me out of a jam with Mr. Conklin, but it was no dice.

Well, now, if a handsome critter like you couldn't soften the hombre, he must be dead set against Walter.

Forgive my boldness, ma'am, but you're as pretty as a palomino mare loping off to the barn when she gets a whiff of new-mown hay.

Yeah, goodbye, Ms. Brooks.

Adios, mi chiquita.

Say, uh, Walter, would you keep these papers in your briefcase for me? I forgot mine.