Raymond's word, you Boston Yankee, bare your head in the presence of our flag.

After all, we do pay our bills, don't we?

Hey, Uncle Jed, we going to bring them some stuff?

But if we cast our minds back...

Then we get our blood stirred up.

It’s our money, and we want it back.

- Now what? - We wait. With our mouth shut.

We could just pack up our bags. Tonight. We could go now.

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

They took our leader and our best gun, but we ain't lost the feud.

But, uh, when we were on our honeymoon abroad...

We are symbols of power, sitting in our offices.

We gotta get them to move into our place.

Back here we have the kitchen. That's where we have our informal meals.

Well, let's at least, uh, finish our champagne, shall we?

Shall we, um, take our coffee out to the piazza...

Our, uh, financial position is such that we just, uh...

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

We had just finished talking about our plans for the future.

Come on, young'uns, we got our feudin' cut out for us.