Well, not more than a day or two.

Granny, your soap kettle's ready.

You're not sure?

Well, not me.

With the gardener, four or five, I guess.

They gonna send me to God or plague!

Oh, of course not.

It's not you, Pop.

Terminate this cacophonous din instantly and permanently, or else...

Did you pay them more or less than now?

Did you employ more or fewer servants five years ago?

I can listen to my wife or face an ugly mob.

Or would be if Budinsky's like you would leave them alone.

Jed, does that mean we can dance or we can't dance?

Not here in California, no ma'am.

Him and Miss Jean is taking Granny for a ride whilst we get the cabin ready to surprise her.

You must not return to that cabin.

Not until I check the wind, Ellie.

But not here in this squalid cabin, no.

Oh, not that she wants them for herself.