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Well, that kind of worries me, old Jed and me being like that.

Granny, I thought you'd blowed off all that steam.

A plum miracle.

Ain't we, Skipper?

Oh, of course, I see your point.

I didn't know there was two Leif Cricks.

I can't believe that one man could work like that.

Now get on out there.

Give them time.

Granny, don't get yourself all angered up.

And his old lad, huh?

Yes, but not for long.

I was late, Mr. Craig.

I'm a poor man.

Why, he'd mealy mouth you out of your eye teeth and sell them back to you.

And the money we do keep here is locked in a massive steel vault which cannot possibly be opened at night.

I never owned a taxi.

But Uncle Jed, Mr. Crick says I ain't supposed to do women's work.

There you are, Jethro.

I was counting on that.

Oh, I'm not so young.

Because that late prick tried to get you to marry his daughter.

It's Leif Crick.

Well, Jed, he had this notion that you might could hire me to watch his money for him down to your bank.

Now get out there and commence digging your granny's root cellar.

It did, old friend.