BUD—Aw what's the secret, Rob? Aren't you and I pardners?
ROBERT—There isn't any secret, Bud. I'm just going to take mother out to ride just as I always do.
SLATS—Well say, can't she stay home just for once?
ROBERT—She does stay home all the time except when I take her out to ride. Now be careful, or she might hear you, and not want me to take her out.
FAT—Say, if I'd thought of that sooner, I'd have talked at the top of my lungs.
BUD—Be careful, Fat, or Rob'll have you yelling at the top of your lungs.
ROBERT—Good luck, boys. Run along and have a good time. I hope the fish bite as fast as snapping turtles. (He goes in the house.)
BUD—Come on boys, no use trying to get Rob. When he makes up his mind, you might just as well not try to budge him.
FAT—Aw, he's tied to his mother's apron strings.
SLATS—You shut up before I make you!