Move on!

Start in on me.

Come on, Skipper, let's go.

Now get on out there.

I was counting on that.

Put my working clothes on now.

Don't go on a death row.

Now, Granny, don't start on Leif again.

You keep a tight hole on it.

He's on his way back to the hill.

Come on, I wasn't going to let that slip out.

The way I work, I could go on like this for days.

Like that, Jet B. Two berries on a bush, all is well.

He's on his way back to the gully and his daughter with him.

Now if you was to give me a little bit of your rheumatism... Move on!

Well, if he has, I'm gonna jump in that pond with all of my clothes on.

Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubble and crude.

Oil, that is.

Black gold.