What are you doing out here on the truck, Grannie?

Waiting for Jethro to pack up our stuff. Jed, we've got to move out of this big old mansion.

What's gotten into you Grannie? I thought you were finally getting used to not having to get up until three in the morning to get to work.

I was. And that's the trouble. I feel like this lifestyle we have here is making us all soft. Take Jethro, for example. He used to eat five times the food he eats now. The boy's practically skin and bones!

Grannie! That's a lie! The boy weighs 280! Now get your wrinkled, old butt off the truck and get back in here and get lunch started.

Jed, if you don't get Jethro out here and -

Grannie, the boy's off double naught spying or some such.

If Jethro's not here, go get Ellie May. Us women folk will leave even if you men folk stay!

JED LEANS OVER AN LET'S THE AIR OUT OF THE TRUCK TIRES.

Jed, you sorry ex-pioneer type! I'm drawing my dough out of the bank and taking the next bird back home.

JED THROWS A ROPE AROUND GRANNIE'S NECK AND YANKS HER OFF THE TRUCK. GRANIE FALLS ON HER HEAD ON THE SIDEWALK.

Now, Grannie don't make me mad! Get in there and cook!