I'm the only one that has the gumption to hold it right.

Why can't I dish the vittles if you don't hold your plates up?

When a poor old stove-up, wore-out, gray-haired old granny has to do all the grudge-holding in the family.

Move on!

Start in on me.

Come on, Skipper, let's go.

Now get on out there.

I was counting on that.

Put my working clothes on now.

Don't go on a death row.

Now, Granny, don't start on Leif again.

You keep a tight hole on it.

He's on his way back to the hill.

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

Like that, Jet B. Two berries on a bush, all is well.

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

He's on his way back to the gully and his daughter with him.

Now if you was to give me a little bit of your rheumatism... Move on!

Well, if he has, I'm gonna jump in that pond with all of my clothes on.

Hi, Ellie.