Festus: I don't give a hoot. I'll cut me a willer pole, get me a handful of worms and I'll catch more fish than you caught in your whole blamed life.
Doc: You know Matt, every once in a while Festus does something that turns out all right. Now you tell him I said that, I'll deny it.
Festus: (to Dink) I'll tell this, you keep stuffing them vittels away like that, you're gonna get so blamed fat you can't even stand up, sprung ankle or no.
Festus: Well there one thing about a town, there's always room for one more.