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There you are, Jethro.

Ain't we, Skipper?

I didn't know there was two Leif Cricks.

Granny, don't get yourself all angered up.

I can't believe that one man could work like that.

A plum miracle.

Give them time.

Now get on out there.

Now get out there and commence digging your granny's root cellar.

Granny, I thought you'd blowed off all that steam.

But Uncle Jed, Mr. Crick says I ain't supposed to do women's work.

And his old lad, huh?

Yes, but not for long.

I was late, Mr. Craig.

Oh, I'm not so young.

Why, he'd mealy mouth you out of your eye teeth and sell them back to you.

Well, Jed, he had this notion that you might could hire me to watch his money for him down to your bank.

Oh, of course, I see your point.

Because that late prick tried to get you to marry his daughter.

I'm a poor man.

And the money we do keep here is locked in a massive steel vault which cannot possibly be opened at night.

Well, that kind of worries me, old Jed and me being like that.

I never owned a taxi.

It did, old friend.

I was counting on that.

It's Leif Crick.