I just finished notching the last pot passer.

All of us.

Mother, I'm the most popular man on the campuses of three universities.

I wish you had read the thesis I wrote on economics last week, Money and Why It Is Not Important.

It completely spoils the effect of my imported 190.

Of course I'll date her.

Well, I'm glad of that, Ellie.

Well, I can't think of nothing.

Set it in the middle of the table so we'll see if these pot passers reach.

But Sonny, she's not of blue blood.

Now, I've had enough of this nonsense.

This is kind of a surprise, Ellie.

Tell him a box of candy, Granny?

Yes, what if the kind of girl gets serious about Sonny?

What kind of a man have you married?

It might cause too much of a trauma, Mama.

I reckon it's kind of like a general store.

Money, I hate that word, makes the rich a social equal of us.

But my dear, I haven't finished the genealogical check of their family tree.

Oh, say, speaking of Thanksgiving, we can use the big fancy eating table.