Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, child.

No, I'm sorry.

No, we ain't!

No sir, we's clampers.

Oh, no, thank you.

I don't want no more money.

Like you ain't got no more money.

Now, that's no way to talk about Mother's house.

Well no sir, you just stand aside, I'll walk in.

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

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

As far as the leavin' goes, no matter how sorry Mr. Drysdale goes to treatin' us, we gotta stay a night longer.

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

How could all that money be gone?

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

Oh, yes, sir, Uncle Jay.

There it is.

Wrote in black and white.

Mr. J.D.