Col. Jefferson Calhoun:
It's still a grand old place, must be at least a hundred and twenty-five years old.
Harry Hart: Oh come now, Colonel, it couldn't get this old in a hundred and twenty-five years!
Harry Hart: Oh come now, Colonel, it couldn't get this old in a hundred and twenty-five years!
Chiquita Hart:
What a letdown. I think I'm going to be a Southern belle and I get sold down the river.