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Every once in a while, we'd meet up, me and my buggy and her and her, and maybe have a little friendly race.

Mr. Dry Deal, this buggy racing is something Granny's had in her craw for 30 years now, and ain't none of us gonna get no peace or quiet around here till she's shed of it.

Jed, if you and Granny don't quit talking so loud, you're going to wake Granny.

I'm awful old, Jed.

This will give you that extra gold powder.

Miss Drysair and me's gonna have some first-class races.

Granny, I want to take her back where I bought her.

Listen, you can retrieve Lady Belle.

We're near race time, where are you?

Satisfell, take your shoes off.

Now, Betty, I'm warning you.

I'm wondering what happened to all the lanterns.

Well, let's hurry up there and grab Lady Belle.

Go ahead and eat.

Maybe he'll be getting a buggy.

Have you ever listened to me?

I am plum ashamed of you.

Here's your horse and buggy.

This beats riding in that limousine, don't it?

You said she wanted one.