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But the piglets are getting sold tomorrow,
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and you said I could scratch them before they went away.
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Dad left me in charge, and what I say goes. Now, get off.
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But dad built the Scratch-O-Matic for them.
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- I said, get off! - I'm getting off. I'm getting off.
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And no more scratching. I'm going to check the barley.
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Hello.
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Shoo.
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- How is my gorgeous sister-in-law? - No.
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Your coat's inside out. Nylons you need with that skirt.
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- No. - No? No what?
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You know perfectly well. "No what?" I'm not selling.