Granny feels bad for Miss Jane after learning no man has ever asked for her hand, but in episode 137, Granny Tonics A Birdwatcher, Professor Biddle proposes to the secretary. Did Granny or Jane forget about this event?
Jed: She might say "Yes" and get stuck with ya.
Jethro: On no she won't, and I'll tell ya why. See, Miss Jane is what cha call a intellectual. Real educated and full of fancy manners and high-toned ways.
Jethro: Well, she ain't gonna marry no chuckle-headed yokel with the manners of a Billy goat that's got the roots stickin' out of him like quills on a porcupine.
Jed: Yeah, I see what ya mean.
Jethro: Sure. So all I got to do is pretend that I'm like that for a while. You know, fake it.
Jed: Fake it?
Jethro: Yeah. Of course I got to forget that I'm a sophisticated international playboy and find out how a country hick would propose to a girl.
Jed: That's true.
Jethro: So would you give me some pointers?
Jed: What can I tell a fella that's got your way with words?
Jethro: You can help me be a hayseed. See, this Beverly Hills sophistication has done rubbed off on me, but thank goodness you're still just as rough as a cob.
Jed: Thanks again boy.
Jed: Yeah Granny. Every time Elly has a birthday, you dress up in a black dress and go into mourning.
(The dressed up Elly May and Granny, dressed as a old man, are at the restaurant to spy on Jane and Jethro)
Elly: They didn't even recognize us.
Granny: Why should they? We look like the average Beverly Hills couple.
Elly: She said "Yes." Wait till Pa finds out about this!
Granny: You can wait if you want to. By sun up I'm gonna be across the state line.
(Granny has Elly bring out her Love Potion X4)
Granny: Wear that around your neck Jethro, and it will not only rid ya of any unwanted sweethearts and fiancés, but it will kill any flying insect within a hundred yards.
Jed: And any human being within ten!
(Jed bursts Jethro's breathing pop-over)
Jethro: Thanks Uncle Jed, I think you saved my life.
Jed: Yeah. It seems like after all these years of you attacking your food, it's finally getting' back at ya.
(Jethro just tried Elly's pop-over, which tastes horrible)
Jethro: Elly ain't never gonna get herself a fella using bait like this.
Granny: There's still a chance. Man don't live by bread alone.
Jed: He eats some of Elly's he don't eat period.
(Granny wants Jed to propose to Miss Jane)
Granny: But Jed, I don't want you to take her out or call on her or court her.
Jed: That's a good thing.
Granny: All ya hafta do is propose to her.
Jed: Oh, well, when ya put it that way it's hard to refuse.
Jed: But I'm gonna.
(Granny plans to have Jethro propose to Miss Jane)
Granny: Miss Jane may decide it was better never having been asked.
Granny: How'd ya do Jethro? Miss Jane goin' out with ya?
Jethro: Granny, I'm in love.
Granny: What'd she do, give ya something to eat?
Jethro: She's the most wonderful, perfect, beautifulest girl in the whole world.
Granny: Miss Jane? She did give ya something to eat.
Jed: I said you keep your secret. Somebody will tell me 'fore long.
Jethro: Oh no they won't. Elly couldn't, Granny wouldn't, and Miss Jane don't even know that I'm gonna propose to her. So that only leaves me. And I am just a little bit to smart to-. That's a dirty trick Uncle Jed.
Waiter: Would madam care for a cocktail?
Jethro: Uh-ah. If she decides on chicken, she'll get the whole bird.
Jethro: Me, I'm having baked hog livers.
Waiter: We have no baked hog livers.
Jethro: Alright, then deep-fry em in possum fat.
Jane: Jethro, they don't have any here.
Jethro: What about beaver tail? Possum shanks? Pole gizzards? Buzzard eggs?
Jethro: And ya ain't got no hog livers?
Waiter: No hog livers.
Jethro: I thought you said this was a high class restaurant.
Jane: Well Jethro, Jethro it is. As a matter of fact, they have excellent foie d'oie. That's goose liver.
Jethro: Goose livers? Yuck. How can people eat such things?
Jane: Forget about the hog livers.
Waiter: I wish I could.
(Jethro is trying to figure out a way to commit suicide)
Jethro: I've bout decided I'm gonna take an overdose of food and eat myself to death.
Jed: That's a fittin' way to go. But with your stomach I ain't sure it's possible.
Jed: Being one of them Vassar girls, she's probably mighty impressed with your sixth grade education.
Jethro: Forget my brain. What about the way I look?
Jed: Well, I wouldn't count on that stoppin' her. It ain't up to now.
Granny: A lot of work went into that potion Jed.
Jed: Yeah, I hate to think of what else.
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