Get out of my son!"
Ed: Salt. Ned: Well my dad is a salt seller too. Ed: Shake.
Son: "nice try, a chair!" Dad: "Nope. Our dog just died."
Wouldn't it be nice if we were younger.
A tangent.
They both leave little boys rooms with empty sacks.
Do you want to be black, or white
Bison
Son of a Bith!