Mitchell: Howdy, Bobby.
Bobby: Hey.
Mitchell: Smells like rain.
Bobby: What are you doing back so soon? Yeah, I told you you got to buy more than one bag of feed at a time.
Mitchell: No, it's no bother. No, it's nice to get out of the field, away from the chicken... s. [on the way out] Evenin'!
[aside to camera:]
Mitchell: The problem is I can't let Cam know that I'm enjoying my new life as a gentleman farmer. I-I've spent our whole relationship trying to tamp down his farm-ness. Ugh, it's all the encouragement he'd need to... to move us to Missouri and go full Old MacDonald. E-I-E-I-no.