And stop this mad, crazy spending spree before we all end up in the poorhouse!

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

Poison pond?

Oh Granny, me and Wendell was just going swimming.

Well, save your swimming for the crit back home.

Now simmer down, Granny.

I don't believe Mr. Drysdale poisoned our pond no more than I believe we spent all our money.

Here you are, Granny.

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

I don't mind walking.

Just got my shoes fixed.

And you wonder where your money went.

Granny's cheaper than buying him a new pair.

Youngers don't need shoes out here in Beverly Hills.

That's one thing this place has got.

Barefoot weather the whole year round.

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

Thank you very kindly, but we couldn't let you do that.

What?

We still got our pride even though we is flat busted broke.