Hattie: Don't go giving me that look, Zeke. That's the same look you give me at the county fair when I wouldn't let you climb up the greasy pole. Now, you're not all that mad with me, are you?
Philip: Well, Mama, yes, I am. I try to set some rules down for Will and you undermined my authority. I know how to handle things. I am an adult.
Hattie: I am, too, Zeke.
Philip: I know that.
Hattie: Do you? How many adults do you tell to take a nap?
Philip: Mama, I was just worried about you.
Hattie: But I'm fine, baby.
Philip: I know. When you had the flu and I talked to you on the phone, you sounded so small. I just want you to live a long time.
Hattie: Then, Zeke, let me live.