Duke: Where 's Betsy?
Darlin': She 's washin' dishes.
Duke: I 'm wonderin' if she would lay off a bit from her jolly occerpation, and sing us a leetle song.
Darlin': (calling). Betsy! I wants yer.
Betsy enters Patch: I never knowed yer cared fer music, Duke. Usually yer goes outside. Yer jest boohs.
Duke: I does usual, Patch. Tonight 's perticerler. Red Joe ain 't never heard Betsy sing. Does yer like music, Joe?
Joe: I like the roaring of the ocean. I like to hear the trees tossing in the wind.
Patch: Wind ain 't music. Yer should hear Betsy. She 's got a leetle song that makes yer feel as good and peaceful as a whinin' parson.
Darlin': (beckoning at the kitchen door). Betsy! Stop sloppin' with the dishes!