I don't mind walking.

You're running fast.

Eat and run?

And now, if you don't mind, I'm running a little late.

That's how you're running.

What do you think fish do, walk?

You want me to run you in?

Why don't you go out and get yourself an honest job?

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

I don't think you're going to want to hear it, Uncle Jed.

And, uh, duck your head when you walk under this thing.

Don't worry.

Of course, you can't hurt it now that it's been walked into so much.

We're going back home!

Can we all go?

Let's go wash up.

Buying expensive gasoline for that fancy truck instead of walking a paltry eight or ten miles.

Don't let appearances deceive you.

I don't want no more money.

Well, don't just stand there, Liz!