Here, old lady.

Poor old thing?

I'm awful old, Jed.

I'm old woman, Jed.

I'm an old woman, Jed.

What do you mean poor old animal?

Oh, you mean old Gloopa, er, Lightning?

They call her old glue pot over to the stable.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

It aged me 20 years, and I didn't run.

Back home, Elverna Bradshaw beat me every Sunday for 30 years.

Not that you need it to beat that old plug of a lightning.

Granny, was you honestly fixing to give this poor old animal to Miss Dry-D?

That was the only way we could get that poor old thing over to the Drysdale's.

Milburn, for four years I've been begging you to rid our neighborhood of those squatters.

Mr. Dry Deal, this buggy racing is something Granny's had in her craw for 30 years now, and ain't none of us gonna get no peace or quiet around here till she's shed of it.