I ain't got one.

I gotta say one thing for California, Jed.

Well, I ain't the one to give you that.

Why, they get as much as $100,000 for one appearance.

We're gonna put the big pot in the little one.

Let's sit down, boy.

Jed's finally got him quietened down.

A little too much of one or the other and you'll either lose a girl or a finger.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a buffalo crew.

We have got to meet other young'uns, and there's only one sure way to do it, city or country.

Well, once we get it full of corn shacks and hay bales and pumpkins, one thing or another, I'd find it all gonna look pretty good.

I want to know just exactly how you went about getting a girl.

Well, as I recollect, I done the best girl getting on Saturday afternoons.

Yes, sir?

I used to get all slicked up and go into town and stake out a good spot in front of the general store and go to Whitland.

Whitland?

And then what happened, Uncle Jeff?

Then I'd show her a few of my fancy mumbley-peg throws, like my three-and-a-half off the wrist, or my side, uh, spinner off the ear, or the nose-winder.

And while I was doing that, I'd mention the barn dance that night, and before you know it, uh, we was acquainted.

Hot dog!