He does anything I tell him to.

Stand over there with the corn, honey.

He loves being a tourist.

Don’t mind the screaming children. Just look like you’re a gunfighter.

The famous Wall’s Drug gave me a headache, but the gunfighter/corn lover bought himself a fancy new pair of slippers.

Give the folks a big wave and get back in the car.  We have to get to Minnesota and find a Perkins.