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When I get done talking on the evils of gambling,
Why, she's going to have more fun than... Hey, Granny, you finally got home.
Oh, I don't know, madam.
Why don't you sit down here and wait?
Come here quickly.
That city siren is here.
Why couldn't I have married somebody like him?
This is grocery money.
Just show it to any usher.
The only thing she'll rub in will be some of her I-told-you-so's and all your dog farm will give her that satisfaction.
That's what I mean.
Maybe we ought to get out of here before we cause any more trouble.
Had enough, Fred?
Of course not.
Like the Watusi, the Froog, the Jerk, or the Monkey?
Yeah?
49,000 losers.
Granny?
They're going to the racetrack.
And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.
You stay here and keep a light burning in the window if we don't find Jess.
I know that, too.
We is going to the fairgrounds to find your pa and to fetch him back home before it's too late.
Wait!
This van got a little in it.
I'll be there in 45 minutes.
I'm sorry, Chief.
I knew he wouldn't tell me anything.
This has been a Filmways presentation.
What do you say we go out to the racetrack?
The kinfolk said, Jed, move away from there.