Wish we had good news for her.

That ain't no account, young'un.

I wish he would show up.

I'd hickory stick him good.

Easy, shiftless, no account.

That's Johnny Pope.

Let his ma work her fingers to the bone for him, and ain't hardly wrote to her in two years.

Sit down, I'll cut your hair.

Oh, I don't need a haircut, Granny.

I'll decide when you need a haircut.

Now sit down.

That's the trouble with the young'uns today.

Sass me, will ya?

If you're throwing me, we'll drive down to the freight yards.

I reckon Johnny will be riding in on the rods of our empty boxcar.

You know, Pa, I'll be real glad to see old Johnny poke again.

Me and him used to have some dandy wrestling matches.

Well, I don't believe I'd wrestle with him on this trip.

He's grown a lot since them days.

Well, I bet y'all can still whoop him.