Sure do smell good.

Look at that nice black gravy.

She must have put in some molasses.

What the heck with them critters?

Ma says human beings comes first.

I think these grits need to cook a lot longer.

Gepro!

Uh-oh, there ain't gonna be time.

There you go stuffing your face when I need you to go out and get me some medical supplies before we leave for Hooterville.

Do you hear me?

I need some red weed and some sweet gumbark, coltsfoot leaves, and a good big muddobber's neck because I might have to poach a little fella.

Are you listening?

What you eating?

Grits and blackstrap molasses.

But to tell you the truth, Granny, you cook better in your day.

I didn't cook no grits and blackstrap.

Oh, I see you found Jethro.

Reckon you two will be leaving soon.

Yeah, now that he's done stuffing himself with grits.

Grits?