And pushing that button makes that plunger hit them chimes.

I don't know.

Probably because they don't work.

I don't want to, Ma.

I don't know how come.

Don't you worry, Miss Drysdale.

Oh, don't worry, Miss Drysdale.

I don't know how you polo.

Don't sit in there and sulk.

No, I don't work that way.

Sure is, if it don't rain.

So whilst you go ahead and go to the door, I'm going up on the roof and catch that rascal that's pushing that button.

Well, I sure don't see one around here.

I don't think I could hold anything in mine.

Telling me high society ladies don't go around carrying goats.

I don't want to hear any more complaints about the clampets.

Them things to keep them busy, because they don't do no work.

I don't think I want to get mixed up in this nonsense.

I don't know whether you snare them or knock them off trees.

All right to work, long as the other high society people don't know you work.