Go back home or stay here?

You're not, huh?

Not you, Jake.

Move on or I'll give you a ticket.

Or shot down by Mr. Drysdale's hired killers.

I'm not poisoning anything.

Or maybe we'll get poisoned from the poison pond!

Move on or I'll give you a $20 ticket.

We've tried two or three times to stop this pond.

At least we're not alone.

It's not even to her.

Not according to this letter.

Is this your idea, or did somebody put you up to it?

Baby, it's the bank's mistake, not mine.

Buying expensive gasoline for that fancy truck instead of walking a paltry eight or ten miles.

Oh, you're not only traffic violators and vagrants, you're bum tech artists.

I warn you not to try and take advantage of this situation.

Now, if you're not poisoning the pond, let's see you tip up that jug and take a swig.

I am certain there is not the remotest possibility that you could be even distantly related to these wonderful people.

Now, ain't nobody going nowhere or do nothing till I am dead for certain convinced that Mr. Drysdale has turned against us and he's trying to get himself rid of us.