All right, gentry.

Can we all go?

All right, if you insist.

Someday this will all be over.

How could all that money be gone?

That's the most sinful waste of all.

After all, your husband's in pictures now.

Must you tell it to all the neighbors?

Putting everything all together, we got 80 cents.

You're going to get hot tar all over you.

But now that it's all gone, he has no use for you.

Well, how can I tell until after I've weighed all the offers?

Well, now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

And stop this mad, crazy spending spree before we all end up in the poorhouse!

I'm fixing to pack up our things and all our belongings and go on back home.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

I don't believe Mr. Drysdale poisoned our pond no more than I believe we spent all our money.

Well, let's all go and have some vittles and get better acquainted with our cousins, Opal and Jake.

Oh, he was nice as pie to you when you had millions in his bank.

Jethro, are you for sure positive certain that letter's from me?