Are you kidding me?

You better learn Skipper some table manners or Granny ain't gonna let him eat in her kitchen.

I'd a heap rather have him eatin' in my kitchen than that big, overgrown, lazy, good-for-nothin' Leif Crick.

Now, Granny, don't start on Leif again.

He's gone.

He's on his way back to the hill.

He don't live in the hills.

He lives in the gully.

And it's his kind that give the hill people a bad name.

He's on his way back to the gully and his daughter with him.

When a poor old stove-up, wore-out, gray-haired old granny has to do all the grudge-holding in the family.

Well, leave go of it, Granny.

Our lathe is gone and you can't start a fire without you got two sticks to rub together.

You calling me a stick?

You keep a tight hole on it.

Don't you worry, it's safe.

That's comforting to know.

It's comforting to know that Mr. Cloud has friends like you.

I hope you can stay for a while.

I'm going to try my best.