He promised to commence to dig me a root cellar.

Granny, Skipper and me's ready to help dig your root cellar.

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

What you got there, Skipper?

What you got in the pan?

Are you kidding me?

The bank where you got your money?

If that Leif Crick has dug me a root cellar, I'll jump back into the cement pond with an anvil in my arms.

You speak to me, boy.

You calling me a stick?

Granny, I told you Lathe has got a job.

I'm afraid you caught me resting a bit.

The moment you told me that you were Mr. Clabbet's nearest and dearest friend... Like that, Jeb and me.

Our lathe is gone and you can't start a fire without you got two sticks to rub together.

I bet you Mr. Drydale's got him working to beat the band right now.

Want me to fetch you a jug of rheumatism medicine?

Granny told me never to say that word around you.

I sure do appreciate you carrying me to the bank, boy.

Is it all for me, or do I give you half?

Mr. Crick, would you like me to send for my barber?