"I watched the other night as Briscoe Darling declared for Aunt Bea. How can a plump elderly lady be so picky? Briscoe is a fine father, owns his own home, and has Whalenesque biceps...especially out in the sunlight. I'm stumped, saint john."-Mayor
Yes, the future Uncle Jesse had biceps like me, especially when he was bed re-arranging, and was great at yelling, "Taters!!!," at dinner. Whom could resist that? He was miles ahead of those other bums, Aint Bea dated, such as the loafer Henry Wheeler!