Elly
Butch!
Butch
He’s crazy. He runs wild here in the woods. He ain’t right—
Sheriff (sarcastically)
Whut’s this?
Butch
He lives with us—my brother— You must’a’ heerd of him.
Plank
I’ve heerd of a crazy boy here in the woods, Shuruff. But that don’t prove nuthin’. You hear funny stories about these woods here—