I'm proud of you.

A big limousine and a livered chauffeur.

All of you go and put your clothes on, and when Miss Dandy sees us, she won't have to be shamed.

I'll save up a bunch of thrills for you, like churning and lye making and corn husking and chicken plucking and goat milking.

All I sent you for was a couple of chickens and a milking goat for Granny.

Them's holler tubes that makes ringing sounds when struck by a plunger or striker.

I declare, girl, you are the limit when it comes to dragging home critters.

Now then, there's a reason why them chimes only ring when somebody comes to the door.

Granny, you go on over there and sit down and we're gonna have tea and bridge.

You see, there's a little button.

Would you throw an Ellie Makin' and drive you down there?

All you got to do is say a few of them French words and they go to bowing and scraping all over the place.

And while you got your hands in the hot soapy water, why, you might as well do a few of these digging.

I had you all dressed up, and you run out on me.

Here, Mrs. Drysdale, you can hold that little fella so he won't bother me when I drive.

Well, you seem to set quite a store on handling all of these old historical pewter pots and pans.

This is what you call a flatter wig.

I reckon Granny will let you have a turn, won't you, Granny?

And I suppose Granny gave you some of her corn?

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.