How cavalier, how laissez-faire, how plucky-pluck.

You know how kids are.

Gladys and I were just sitting here trying to figure out how to get the bugs out of the Hubble telescope.

Geez, I wonder how many other friends they have on the payroll.

To Emmett?

That's got to be worth a fortune.

Good morrow to you.

A healthy white Amish baby sold to a couple of two-bit carpetbaggers.

Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, do you know how it is when you have a terrible secret gnawing at you?

I'm going to live here.

Dear, there's nothing to admit.

Everything seems alien to me.

Not to tell us what?

To find his real parents.

Now would be a good time to murder him.

And I have to travel all the way to the Pennsylvania Dutch country to be reunited with my natural Amish parents.

Now, hold on to your bonnets.

I don't know what to say.

It's nice to see you, Larry.

And you've got to tell somebody.