OK, Granny.

Come on, come on.

We's waiting.

Turn it a mite that way, Jethro.

Only one bad thing about putting you still here, Green.

What's that?

Dry Dale place is downwind.

The smell of your corn liquor or brewing is going to drive poor Miss Dry Dale right out of her mind.

She's a drinking woman.

How do you know, Uncle Jay?

Well, he kind of let it slip by.

Remember when we was unloading this from the truck?

Yeah.

He says to me, uh, what's that?

I said, uh, that's still for making corn liquor.

He turned kind of white and trembly, and he says, oh, please don't ever let my wife see that.

I reckon she just can't leave the stuff alone.

Some folks like that.

Terrible.

Come to think of it, that's how come she's in Boston.