You must be exhausted.

Come on, Skipper, let's go.

Well, I reckon it must be you, ma'am.

I'm going, Granny, I'm going.

Don't go on a death row.

My, my, this must be the finest, most beautiful office in all the world.

Come on, I wasn't going to let that slip out.

All ready to go, Mr. Crick.

I'm going to place my shotgun.

I'm going to try my best.

Well, leave go of it, Granny.

The way I work, I could go on like this for days.

I'm going to start the root cellar for you.

I wish I could stay and see this joyous reunion between two old friends, but I must be getting back to the bank.

The leaf ain't going to be around to do much spoiling.

Old Leif's going to work down at Mr. Drydale Bank.

Well, Leif, you ready to go to work, are you?

You could just go off someplace and sleep like a baby.

Move on!

I wouldn't want to get my son to go to meet suit all messed up.