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Oh, you too, huh?
It's time for the weather on television!
I keep telling her she's wrong, but she won't listen to me, just keeps on blabbing.
Well, I wish the Government Weather Bureau could be as certain as you are.
Granny says she's wrong half the time, half wrong the other half.
He ain't such a bad fella when you get to know him, for a government man.
I don't know about that, but I bet you that weather girl would take it right kindly if you called up and straightened her out, told her it was going to rain tonight.
My pa lived in a little bitty log cabin with a dirt floor, and I was never ashamed of him, and you hadn't ought to be ashamed of your pa.
Well, Granny's fighting mad.
Yes, sir.
Hillbilly, that is.
Polar stations ditto.
No, but Mr. Drysdale told me about him.
Yeah, that's why I'm glad you've come along.
Fine government man you are.
Oh, well, I can't seem to agree about the weather.
Just for a little ride.
Yes, sir.
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.
Granny, you had no right to yell at him.
I beg your pardon.
I hope you can stop it before the government gets too rousted around.
Chief Forecaster Addison here.
Oh, excuse me, Chief.