Philip: Grandma's here to rest and recuperate. She's just gotten over the flu.
Hattie: I told you it was a cold.
Philip: What did the doctor say?
Hattie: Us country folks don't run to the doctor at every sneeze, sniffle, or broken bone. We are not the spendthrifts you are, Zeke.
Will: Zeke. That one always kills me. Granny, I love when you come to visit. Did you bring the picture of him and the goat? [Phil sighs]
Hattie: Never leave home without it.
Will: [laughs] Oh, yes, sir, I'll be getting a frame for this one.