Not until I check the wind, Ellie.

If it's blowin' over toward the dry dales, we'd better hold off.

The smell of Granny's soap cookin' just naturally drives that woman into a rage and fury.

This whole situation is an incredible anachronism.

It's medieval Europe.

It's feudalism.

It's serfdom.

You are vassals enthralled to a liege lord.

How can this despicable anomaly exist in an enlightened 20th century America?

Did you ever hear such big words come out of such a little girl?

Well, if you went to school, you could talk like that.

You never went to school?

Well, not more than a day or two.

In your whole life?

That's right.

Granny, may I come back later today?

You betcha.

We're gonna fire up my birthday cake again and open up my presents.

I'd like to bring a camera, a tape recorder, and a sociology professor.

Well, now, I can't let you give me no camera or recorder, but I will take a look at that sociable professional.