Heaven help the po taters
We'll rescue the children
Bless you, my boy
And we are at all the spud
Candi's right thanks to you boy we won't have to move away
Who can see with these mosquito nets on our faces?
Do the best you can come on we're bound to spot spud at this hotel
A skin is alive for taking two of their good dresses
Don't I know it. Why would they decide to go shopping when our livelihoods are in jeopardy anyway?
Suppose he gets lost.
Don't worry Noah Count will watch out for him.
We'll explain about the dresses later are you all right?
Don't worry about me, son. I'm fine, but oh Lordy me! Lordy me! That awful man has done taken away my precious little small fries.
Dick! Irish!
Here we are!
It's me Ma dick and this is Irish
I think I'm gonna die!
Daddy! Daddy?
If you've harmed a hair on their little heads, you'll pay dearly for it
Miss Elizabeth did the scoundrel say where he was taking the kids
In all the excitement, I almost forgot! He said to tell you if you don't bring the deeds to your farms to the dam on Rio Penasco river the tater tots are going to be in hot water.
Uh I guess so
Let's dance!
You're safe now Ma
Ma? I didn't have no girls.
You can't afford to lose the moisture
Marshal Art
Irish Tater
My brother Dick... and I have been talking. We both own adjoining farms. His family and mine my wife Etta and our little tots sweetpea, lyonnaise, and chip have hit rock bottom. We've decided that if we don't find a way to water our crops in the next few days we're gonna be forced to sell our land and move away.
He'll swim to shore and get away
No, he won't look his cape is dragging him down
He threatened to kidnap your grandchildren, hold them for ransom
Oh Lordy me! Lordy me!
Ma? Can you come out? It's Dick and Irish and our friends.
Oh! Oh, exclamation, I think I'm gonna faint
You ain't no American beauty rose yourself
Quit griping. This was the best way I could think of to keep an eye on the farmer boy without him spotting us.
We're lucky Ma didn't mind keeping our youngins
She was happy to. Why everybody says that Widder Tater sure does love her small fries.
"Curtain open"
Something has to be done!
Fellow farmers we are in the worst drought of the century
Tell us something we don't know Dick!
It was Noah count wasn't it? The lawyer fella?
That's right, spud how do you know that?
Speaking of babbling
That's the reason we settled here Mr. Count. Ah ah ah. Lots of land and plenty of water.
I'm not familiar with the romantics going on around here
There ain't a lot of romantics going on. Most of us are married.
It ain't drool I went to spit on the pavement before I remembered I had this darn thing on
Uh-huh try that excuse on Carmen if she catches you looking googly eyed at Miss deuce
I sure hope so. If he doesn't succeed the taters will go right into the pot.
We'll be in hot water all right!
I die of shame anyway
We'll just have to watch where we're walking
Like this
Well, if you're sure
Why did we send him in the first place if we didn't think he could handle it
Well, it sounded like a good idea at the time when Ory suggested it. But after hearing Etta carry-on, so I began to wonder if we should have picked him after all. Then I got the idea of us leaving the kids with Ma and going to Cloudcroft city ourselves to check on him.
Wait a minute
What's wrong?
I guess she gets lonesome since pa has passed.
Yeah, I'll never forget the tender words pastor salt spoke at his graveside service. It's a sad occasion when it's time to put another tater in the ground. "Crying" I'd better watch this before Etta finds out.
That's a woman for you. I have no idea, even though I look like one at the moment.
You flatter yourself. I just pray we don't get hit by a trolley or something. Can you imagine being taken to the hospital dressed like this and when the doctor goes t o examine us...
I feel like a danger fool
You should you look like one!
Around her, he won't be able to keep his wits about him like I would
You're drooling on your veil
I guess if we're gonna pretend to be women, we ought to walk like one
You're right how do women walk?
