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He's on his way back to the hill.

You're right, Granny.

I'd a heap rather have him eatin' in my kitchen than that big, overgrown, lazy, good-for-nothin' Leif Crick.

What I have in mind for a night watching old Jed's money is if you was to put it into some gunny sacks, I'd sit on them sacks with my shotgun across my lap.

Make yourself at home.

No, no, no, honey.

Now, let's forget him.

I'm afraid you caught me resting a bit.

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly.

I knew his pa and his pa before him.

He lives in the gully.

Habit of a lifetime, sir.

That's the kind of a man I am.

Like that, Jed and me.

That sounds like it.

Don't look like them two are spoiled, man.

Take your shoes off.

You do what I tell you.

I said it last night and I'll say it again this morning.

My barber would be happy to come over here to my office and give you one.

What a bundle of energy.

Right now, I'm anxious to get to work.

Without no car, no money, no food, all sick and starving.

You don't want to feel, uh, what's the word?