And she has a dog.

He's the best hunting dog there is.

Keep your chin up.

Poor me.

Don't it just tear your heart out?

He is so ashamed of his wife, he don't even want us to meet her.

What he says, she won't be cured till Christmas of next year.

You better help me, Granny.

I still say I could cure Mrs. Drivesdale in two days.

Sure be worth a try, if we could get her out here.

Kid, misery loves company.

And if that poor, miserable woman thought that she had a drinkin' friend livin' next door... Granny!

You ain't ever downed more than a thimble fool in your whole life.

I know, kid, but it'd be worth a little white lie to help a neighbor and save America.

But how?

Hello?

Yes, ma'am.

Ain't that a stroke of luck, Granny.

It's Mrs. Drysdale again.

No ma'am, he ain't him as Drysdale, but Granny and me'd like to talk to you.