m.c., i'm worn out. you ready to go?
suzie, do you have any swamp root?
you all ought to get along.
oh lord.
i don't have too many fish fries left.
please, m.c., take me home.
there is a fight in every bottle.
if i have to chase after one, we won't eat.
that was my brother's knife.
in the ground there is a hole and green grass growing around the hole. now in the hole there is tree and green grass growing all around the tree. now there is a hole in the ground, a tree in the hole and green grass growing around the hole.
i don't think harry would like it.
hattie, you can be so mean.
it's something.
hattie, your true colors are unbearable. you got some mean ways. don't worry about the boy getting a burial. he still has some friends left on this earth.