He is waiting in my office.

Mr. Crick seemed right anxious to do that himself.

No, no.

If he digs, he's bound to strike oil.

That man fetches nothing but bad luck with everything.

All right, Granny, we'll skip renewing your plant head.

And hurry.

The quicker that tree is in the ground, the quicker we'll be shed of that hairy vittle vulture.

I'm talking about that hairy varmint sitting in the kitchen.

The ugly one.

Let's go, Skip.

Did you make yourself a sandwich or do you want me to?

Did you eat all the ham there was?

Only the one you give me.

You got more.

I got more room.

You got more in you now than a smokehouse.

Get out of here!

Granny, I need my strength to dig a hole for that pawpaw tree I brung you.

Ellie May is done planting the tree.