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Lowell, let's make this quick and merciful.

Jeb Stewart and his cattlery couldn't get through to me, let alone poor little Mr. Farquhar.

No demand, 24 hours.

Well, what about the applesauce fire?

So, do you get the feeling that Granny'd like us to make ourselves scarce?

I see the fire is out.

Well, if I'm going to give someone the business, it might as well be Milburn.

You go with the money, Mr. Clampett.

Oh, terrible, Jed.

For land's sakes, it's still got gravy in it.

She told me to fix this cat.

That's a grand name, isn't it?

Her money isn't in my bank.

What you got on your mind?

She has kind of perked up since he come to town.

Wanting me to put up money for his gambling!

Hi there, Mr. Drysdale.

Mr. Farquhar, come home with us.

Uncle Jed, are you going to let Ellie keep that beaver?

Uh, do you have any tea?

I declare, Jed, that boy... Hey, Granny, if the wood's wet, how can I start a... Get!

That's what took me so long.

Ain't Granny pretty?

No, Ellie, it's gonna be hard enough on him as it is.