Oh, that reminds me.

Give me that phone.

That's what I mean.

I can't do that.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Read me that letter from Mr. Drysdale's bank.

Jethro, are you for sure positive certain that letter's from me?

Now, I can handle that little fella.

I retched up, stuck my finger in one of them one night to feel for the wick.

That's what I mean, too high on the hog.

And that leaves you and me to man this nerve center of our mighty bank.

I don't hardly think we can hold still for that.

I reckon that means he wants to get rid of us.

Someday I will open this bank statement and it will say that I am worth $36,422,000.

I can't wait to get away from that old, broken-down heap.

Now get that heap out of here before I arrest the lot of you.

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.