♪ If I were to tell you
What friends I recall ♪
♪ I'd say that my dog
Was the closest of all ♪
♪ Through times good and bad
He was always around ♪
♪ Never once
Letting me down ♪
♪ He's just a dog
But he's my friend ♪
♪ Through thick and through
Thin
With patience to lend ♪
♪ Sampling life
So happily ♪
♪ Growing together
Moreover and me ♪
♪
♪ Crossing a creek
On a fallen log ♪
♪ Running through meadows
Or stalkin' a frog ♪
♪ On personal problems
We see eye-to-eye ♪
♪ Some we can't solve
But we try ♪
♪ He's just a dog
But he's my friend ♪
♪ Through thick and through
Thin
Right down to the end ♪
♪ Sharing adventures
Secretly ♪
♪ Travelin' through life
Moreover and me ♪
♪
♪ He's not quite a champion
It's easy to see ♪
♪ But winnin' blue ribbons
Means little to me ♪
♪ There's much more to life
And I'm sure you'll agree ♪
♪ We're content
To be happy and free ♪
♪ He's just a dog
But he's my friend ♪
♪ Through thick and through
Thin
With patience to lend ♪
♪ Treating each other
Equally ♪
♪ Learning together
Moreover and me ♪
♪ Moreover and me ♪
♪ Moreover and me ♪
♪ Moreover and me ♪
♪ Moreover and me ♪
There they are !
Partridges !
Now's when you point.
This-a-way.
See ? This-a-way.
Now you try it.
No ! Get up.
Come on now, get up.
Remember how I showed you.
Remember ? Like this.
Okay, now,
Put your foot up.
Put your foot up.
( Dog barking )
( Barking )
C'mere, dog !
( Barking )
Come back here, dog !
You come back here !
Go home, shep.
Stay. Stay.
Go home, shep !
Shep, go home !
You don't wanna play
With mr. Eben's old sheep dog.
You're a bird dog.
Now, you point.
Ain't no use, son.
You don't have to show
A bird dog how to point.
That's bred into 'em.
I know.
But you won't let him
Run with the other dogs,
So I thought maybe he
Could learn it from me.
Well... Except
He don't wanna learn.
I tried, son.
That dog is spoiled.
That dog ain't nothin' but
A suck-egg biscuit eater.
You see that, pa ?
The way he drug his tail
Outta here when
You called him that name ?
You made him admit
To self-defeat.
Why can't he have
A pretty name
Like silver belle.
Son, silver belle's
A champion ! She's taken
The grand nationals twice !
One more time, mr. Ames
Gets to keep that trophy
For good.
I wish I could train a dog.
You might could someday.
But, lonnie, don't go
Pinning your hopes
On no biscuit eater.
He ain't your dog, son.
He's mr. Ames' dog.
He knows that, harve !
But he loves the dog.
- I don't know why.
Nobody else does.
- Maybe that's why.
Son, I don't want you gettin'
Too attached to the dog.
I mean, we can't keep a dog
That won't hunt.
My dog hunts.
He hunts eggs.
- A bird dog's
Supposed to hunt birds !
- Well, he can't eat 'em.
Well no, we eat 'em.
But we pay him back
With good food
'Cause he earns it.
He sure don't have
To sneak off to no hen house
To suck eggs.
But, harve... Are you sure
He can't be trained ?
As sure
As I'm sittin' here.
You know what he does
When I order him to hunt ?
He crawls on his belly.
The dog's got a bad streak
In him, anyway.
His sire was shot...
Because he k*lled sheep.
But, pa !
You know I ain't
Gonna sh**t no dog.
- We might have
To give him away.
- Oh, harve !
Honey, you know
I can't have that dog
Runnin' with the other dogs.
Sometimes that's all it takes.
Just one fly
Will spoil the buttermilk.
Darling, it's not as if
Your dad owns the dog.
I mean, he only works
For mr. Ames.
Mr. Ames is a fair man.
But he wants some sport
For his money.
I'll guarantee you,
There sure ain't
No blue ribbons in that dog.
Howdy, harve !
Hey, willie !
- Ain't seen you
In a month of sundays !
- Oh, really ?
- You look as good
As new foldin' money !
- I can't complain too much.
Every time I see this boy,
I tell you,
He done growed another foot.
Let's not talk about that.
We can hardly
Keep him in shoes.
You all come
And light a spell.
A soda pop ?
I'm afraid we can't.
This is my busy day.
You been devilin' me
For a long time about a dog.
Willie,
I brought you a dog.
Well, uh...
He sure ain't pretty.
No, nobody said he was pretty.
'Course, I ain't got nothin'
I can pay you with.
I been waitin'
On a gas delivery
A long time now.
They still ain't brought you
That gas, huh ?
Oh, it's comin'.
But in the meantime,
It leaves me short
Of hard cash money.
Willie, I ain't tradin' him.
I'm givin' him to you.
You know me, harve.
I don't take charity.
Now, I might trade you.
- I don't want to trade
With you, willie.
- But tradin's my thing !
Now, as I remember
The tube in there's rotten.
I ain't tradin' with you !
Look, look at this tube.
This is a good tube.
They don't make tubes
Like this no more.
We've been through all that.
You always want too much boot
For your merchandise.
- Not with the dog thrown in.
- But I ain't tradin' the dog.
I'm givin' him to ya.
This is gonna be real
Good company for ya, this dog.
You may not be able
To train him very much,
But that's gonna be--
- You can't train him ?
- He won't be no hunter,
Anything like that.
He sucks eggs a little.
You could probably break him.
Egg sucker ?
You just have to keep
Your eye on him, willie.
An egg sucker, huh ?
No, no. That could
Set me back some.
I mean,
I about live on eggs !
You ain't so busy that you
Can't keep an eye on the dog.
Ain't so busy ?
You ever tried to run a
Tradin' store, a gas station,
And do your own cookin' ?
If you only knew
How much I got to do
Just keepin' this place up
Just haulin' wood !
Well, maybe he ain't
The dog for you, willie.
Wait a minute, harve.
Don't be hasty.
I can't go chasin' no dog
That's stealin' my eggs.
But if I did take the dog,
How much money
Would you give me to boot ?
Willie, I'm givin'
You the dog !
I'm supposed to
Give you something
To boot too ?
I can't be losing no eggs.
And then there's the dog's
Feed to be considered.
I got no woman to cook for me.
Got no young'uns to be leavin'
Scraps of food for the dog.
You're breaking my heart,
Willie.
- This is economics.
- Yeah, well, I tell ya.
Two dollars ?
Yeah, $2 will help a little.
But you know, I mean--
Three dollars, willie,
And you got yourself a dog.
Thank you, harve.
It's a pleasure doin'
Business with you.
Yeah, it's kinda interesting
For me too. Son,
You wanna hop in the front ?
( Chuckling )
If you can't break him
From suckin' eggs,
You can always trade him.
I reckon so. It's been said
I'm a tradin' fool.
If I had me a woman,
I'd trade her too !
( Chuckling )
Now don't you grieve yourself.
One place is about as good
As another.
How come you let willie dorsey
Slick you outta $3, pa ?
Well, I never know how
He's gonna do it.
It's worth $3
To find out.
Would you let me out here,
Pa ?
You gonna stop
And see text ?
Yep.
Goin' fishin' ?
Maybe.
( Lonnie )
See you later, pa.
Bye, bye, son.
- Text !
- Over here, lon.
Howdy, lon.
Hi, text.
ch*nk ?
Oh, much obliged.
Reckon your ma would let
You keep a dog if I brought
The scraps to feed him ?
- Yeah, I know
She would. Why ?
- How do you know ?
Ever since my brother obadiah
Moved out and took his dog...
She keeps sayin',
"A house ain't a house
Without a dog underfoot."
My pa won't like this,
But I know where we can
Get us a dog and take us
To the national trials...
If we train him right.
You do ? Where at ?
Willie dorsey's !
Willie dorsey's ?
Yeah !
My pa gave it away to him
This morning. Know why ?
Why ?
He caught him suckin' an egg.
Shucks, that'll
Make him ornery.
That dog's slicker
Than elm sap.
Wanna go partners ?
Partners ?
I know which half of the dog
I'd get... Half that
Goes over the fence last.
In a bird dog
That's the best half.
That ain't the way
I do business.
When I say partners,
I mean we split him
Right down the middle,
All the way.
But how do you know
Willie's gonna part with him ?
The last words he said is
If he didn't like the dog,
He'd trade.
Trade, huh ?
Problem is, nobody can
Out-trade willie dorsey.
Any tacky old thing he wants
To get rid of is the thing
He's most attached to.
Then we gotta
Un-attach him.
We got us a couple
Of real superfine
Un-attachers here !
I'd put you up against
Willie dorsey any day !
Oh, hi, willie !
Lonnie, back again ? And text.
What can I do for you ?
This morning you said "trade,"
We just stopped by
To see if you really meant it.
Trade for what ?
The dog.
I wouldn't trade.
I been hankerin' for a dog
For a right smart spell.
And now I got me a dog,
I aim to keep him.
I just thought I'd ask.
He was sort of like
A pet to me.
Now, if your father wanted you
To have that dog as a pet,
He wouldn't've
Given him to me.
No, but text and me thought
We'd keep him at his house,
So them blue-ribbon dogs
Wouldn't be seein' him
Sucking eggs.
- By the way,
Where is he ?
- Oh, he's uh--
- Suckin' eggs ?
- He ain't suckin'
None of my eggs !
Where's he at,
Willie ?
He's around here somewhere !
Around back.
What's the matter with you,
Text ?
That dog is always around back
Where I tell him to be.
That dog minds me.
I said he's back here,
He'll be back here.
That dog'll be where
I tell him to be.
Why, you low-down
Biscuit eater !
I'll get me a stick
And wear you out !
Willie, he won't mind
Nobody but me. That's
How come I wanted to trade.
When I saw my pa
Give you that $3,
I thought he was crazy.
Now I can see he
Should've given you more.
That dog'll nickel and dime
You to death, one bitty dab
After another.
Whatcha take for him,
Willie ?
Whatcha give me ?
My frog sticker.
What else you give me
To boot ?
That's all I got.
Partner ?
All I got is
These two big hands.
I seen you sawing some logs
By the bridge. Me and lon
Could tote 'em up for you.
You split 'em
And pile 'em to boot,
We can maybe have a deal.
You've got a deal.
Deal !
No. Splittin'
And pilin's too much.
You done low-rated
That dog so much,
I don't want no more of him.
If that dog starts eatin'
My ma's eggs,
My ma's gonna split me.
You can't back out
Of our partnership now !
We shook hands.
No splittin' or pilin'.
Well, uh, seein'
As it's you two guys--
( Whistles )
( Whistles )
C'mon, boy.
Let's go get them blocks.
Ah, wait a minute,
Boys.
There's one little thing.
How you gonna pay me
For them eggs your dog ate ?
- They weren't your eggs.
- What you mean
They ain't my eggs ?
Well, he means, laying
On the ground like that,
They could be anybody's eggs.
But we'll see you get paid.
If you boys would just pile
And split the wood--
It was your dog
When he ate the eggs.
Them eggs is inside
The belly of your dog now.
I'll bring you half a dozen
Eggs for the two our dog ate,
But no splittin' and pilin'.
I wouldn't give such
A generous bargain to anybody
Else in this county.
But I'm right fond
Of both of you boys.
Hey.
( As willie )
I's right fond
Of both you boys.
( Laughing )
Come on, come on,
Come on !
Come on, dog.
Come on.
( Barking )
C'mere, boy !
( Barking )
( Whinnying )
Whoa !
Easy, easy.
Get that dog
Outta here.
- Sorry, mr. Eben.
- You want that dog shot ?
- He was just havin' fun.
- Ain't that the dog whose
Daddy k*lled my sheep ?
Yes, sir.
But he ain't vicious.
I seen him playing
With shep more than once.
( Shep barking )
Shut up !
Eben !
At the present moment,
That there dog still happens
To be mine.
And as legal owner
Of the dog in question...
At the time that dog
Scared your team--
What you blabbin' about ?
He's right. It is his dog.
My pa gave it to him
This morning.
But as soon as we haul up
Some wood for him,
He'll belong to text and me.
Well, as soon as
You three big businessmen
Get it sorted out...
Who this no good whelp
Belongs to,
Remember this:
If that dog steps
One foot on my property,
He get hisself shot.
Giddy-up.
Gonna have to keep a sharp eye
On this dog.
I don't wanna have
Nothin' to do with that man.
I ain't afraid of mr. Eben.
I am.
He's a scutter.
When he butchers beef,
They say he drinks the blood.
That's how he got
His face all red.
He don't scare me.
Well, I am.
I'm scared of him.
And you are too
If you'd just admit it.
And so is your pa.
He is not ! And if you
Say that one more time,
I'll bust you in two halves.
Then how come he didn't whup
Mr. Eben when mr. Eben
Came over to his house...
And kicked his dog
'Bout two years ago ?
Because my ma
Asked him not to.
That's why.
Ladies are always
Tryin' to keep men from
Whuppin' each other.
They sure are buttinskis.
What'd you say ?
- Well then, all except
Your ma and my ma, huh, lon ?
- Right.
You boys ain't never gonna get
That dog if you don't, uh,
Do your work.
Whoa, whoa.
( Eben )
Hey, mcneil !
Easy, boy.
Yeah ?
What do you want ?
You know that boy of yours
And charity tomlin's brat...
Bought your dog back
From willie dorsey
Hauling his wood ?
I can't see how that's
Any of your business.
When your dog
Barks at my team,
It's my business.
- Come on, a dog's
Got a right to bark.
- Not at my team !
I'll tell ya, if I was a dog
I'd bark at you.
And I'd kick you
In the middle of next week.
You care to come down
And try ?
And I always thought you
Was too yellow to fight !
Oh, no. I just don't fight
For fun anymore.
But stompin'
A mud hole in you
Is gonna be a real pleasure.
Now you stop it,
Both of you !
Move, mary lee.
I'm gonna stomp
A mud hole in him.
Scared to see him whupped ?
All fighting ever proves
Is that your fists are quicker
Than your brain.
Mary lee.
Harve, you promised !
Now you better get along home.
Well...
I ain't gonna stand here
Jawin' with your woman.
But... You tell
That boy of yours...
To keep that dog
Off my property...
Or I might have to teach
The little fella a lesson.
If you ever lay one finger
On lonnie,
I'll flat
Tear your head off.
You and who else ?
He won't need
Anybody else !
You touch our son,
And you'll wish
You'd never been born !
( Laughing )
Giddy-up !
Oh !
( Chuckling )
That's what I like about you.
You're always so cool,
Calm and collected.
Oh !
( Laughing )
Did you hear what he said
About lonnie,
What he was up to ?
Mmm, I heard.
Honey, if he brings
That dog back here, I'm
Gonna have to punish him.
Oh, harve, why ?
I told him he couldn't have
That dog around here.
Now that's complete
Disobedience.
You know what I don't like ?
It's behind my back.
But you know
What boys are like.
Didn't you ever have
Any great schemes ?
Yeah.
Only one that
Ever amounted to anything.
Oh ?
Which one was that ?
That's the one
About marrying you.
( Laughing )
That's because I put it
In your head.
- You did ?
- Mm-hmm.
How'd you do that ?
Mmm.
Was that how ?
( Laughing )
Come on.
Don't tell ma
About them un-attachers.
Don't worry, I know better.
What we need now
Is an attacher.
You let my ma name the dog
Outta the bible. You couldn't
Want no better attacher.
Well, look who's here !
And nobody more welcome.
Hi, mrs. Tomlin.
Lonnie.
You sure do favor
Your father.
But you're gonna be taller
When you're full grown.
- How can you tell ?
- Boys grow to fit their feet.
Look at yours.
Mrs. Tomlin ?
Text and me
Have got us a dog here.
Bring him in !
You're a good dog.
Yes, you are.
He ain't got a name.
We thought maybe
You could think of one.
When lookin' for a name,
There ain't but
One place to go.
The concordance.
I named my firstborn jeremiah
After your pa.
I named my second born
Obidiah...
Because it rhymed
With the first.
Then to please
Your aunt phemmie,
I named you text...
Because she said a text
Was what the preacher
Preached from...
'Cause it was all the words
Of wisdom rolled into one.
It's a good
Calling name too.
Text !
Yes'm.
You see ?
We don't want no people names.
We want a dog name. There
Any dog names in the bible ?
There ought to be.
The bible's full of dogs.
There's street dogs,
And sheep dogs,
And dogs that ate
The crumbs that fell
From their master's table.
They ate jezebel too.
Here we are.
Mmm. "Dogs shall lick
Thy blood." No.
"A living dog is better
Than a dead lion.
Moreover, a dog has--"
That's it !
- Huh ?
- Moreover.
That ain't a name !
That's a good name.
You like it ?
Moreover.
Moreover.
It rhymes with rover.
( Lonnie )
You like it ?
Moreover ?
See ?
He likes it too !
Oh, sounds fine.
There's a lot of sweetenin'
In that name.
Come on, moreover.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
- Got somethin' on your mind ?
- Yeah, pa.
Well ?
You know that dog
You gave willie dorsey today ?
Mm-hmm.
I remember him well.
Well, text and me
Traded him back from willie.
That so ?
We... Aim to train him.
Well, that'll take
A bit of doin'.
You just keep him away
From the rest of the dogs.
I mean...
Your trainin' methods
Ain't exactly the same
As mine, you know.
Yes, sir.
By the way,
Thanks for tellin' me.
( Quiet growling )
He smells some quail.
Do you think we should
Show him how to point ?
No. My pa says it's bred
In him. When he's good
And ready, he'll point.
Go and fetch, boy !
Whoa ! Whoa !
( Barking )
Whoa ! Whoa !
Moreover, whoa !
Come back here, boy.
You come back !
( Lonnie )
You come back here
Right now ! C'mon.
C'mon.
You come back here.
Come on.
Now you listen here !
You ain't no rabbit dog.
You're a bird dog.
( Imitating bird sounds )
And when I say stop,
You stop !
I don't wanna put no
Choker on you, boy, but
You gotta learn to mind.
Maybe we could do some more
Retrievin', huh, lon ?
Okay.
Hey, boy, see the ball ?
Go get it, boy !
C'mere, boy.
C'mere.
C'mon, boy.
You see these teeth marks ?
That means he's been
Bitin' down too hard.
Look what I snitched
From my pa. It's filled
With lead sinkers.
He made it so that when
Their teeth hit on somethin'
Hard, they'll ease up.
That way they don't
Chew up the birds.
Boy, see it ?
Go get it.
- Ready, text ?
- Ready, lon.
Bang, bang !
Go fetch it, boy.
Atta boy, moreover.
C'mere.
Hey, man,
He sure is learnin' !
We're gonna make a pointer
Outta him yet.
Yuck.
We gotta get us
A new bird.
This thing stinks
Like ten buckets of pig slop
On a rainy night.
You're tellin' me.
I'm startin' to be a polecat
Around this stinky old thing.
( Chuckling )
- You ready, text ?
- Ready, lon.
Bang ! Bang !
Hey, what happened, text ?
I done throwed it,
But it got stuck in the tree.
Then kick it down.
Hey, lon, look !
Look at moreover !
He's got it !
Did you see that ?
Lookit there !
Me jumpin' outta that tree
And all that carryin' on,
It never even make him
No never mind.
Boy, that's one prime,
Superfine bird dog.
sh**t, he ain't
No biscuit eat--
Shh.
Don't ever
Call him that word !
It hurts his feelings.
Ain't got no call to.
sh**t, he can point
From here to yonder.
Come on, boy.
Come on, moreover. Good boy.
Look at them big old eyes
And those big old feet.
He is beautiful !
He's quality.
You didn't believe me when
I said he could go all the
Way to the grand nationals.
Did ya ?
No, sir.
This is it, boys.
Whatcha want for it, willie ?
More money than you could
Ever lay your hands on.
But for a slight
Consideration,
We may be able...
To come to an understanding
Whereby you could work
This g*n on shares.
Whatcha got in mind ?
Well, I could settle for
A good mess of partridge
Once a week.
What if we couldn't get
A mess every week ?
A bad-luck week,
I'd go for a lard bucket
Full of mayhews.
- I could think of somethin',
Make it easy on ya.
- Yeah.
Let's try it for a week.
( Chuckling )
Gotta have shells.
We ain't said nothin'
About shells.
( Willie )
Shells is hard to come by.
'Course... Reckon I'd have
To have a little boot for it.
( Chuckling )
Maybe a nice pail of honey
Out of a bee tree ?
We've been stung enough.
Give the man
Back his g*n, lon.
Wait a minute.
Why can't we give ya
A mess of mustard greens ?
You boys drive
A hard bargain.
Now I got no protection
For my gas station.
But I wish you good luck
In your huntin'.
Let's make sure.
Hold out your hands.
See this ?
This is a good-luck charm
I charmed away...
From the queen
Of the gypsies herself.
Now you can't miss.
( Chuckling )
Come on, text.
Whichever of your mas cooks
Them greens, tell 'em to put
In a few strips of bacon.
I love bacon in my greens.
You'll get your greens,
Willie, but nothin' was said
About gettin' 'em cooked.
( g*nsh*t )
I was so worried
He'd be scared,
I didn't hit nothin'.
Where'd you get the cannon,
Boys ?
Oh, hi, pa.
It belongs
To willie dorsey.
He let us use it as long
As we bring him birds to eat.
What's old willie asking
For boot ?
Mustard greens.
Then he talked my ma
Into cookin' 'em for him.
She says that man is so lazy
He wouldn't pick the flies
Outta strawberry preserves.
She about told that right.
"New england single barrel,
Taperchoke bored."
Hmph !
It belongs in a museum.
You can just about
Grow mushrooms in there.
You don't deserve a g*n
If you can't keep it clean.
Listen to me, both of you.
That hammer pulls back hard,
So you're gonna be tempted
To leave it c*ck. Don't.
Don't. Another thing.
How do you hold that g*n
When you hunt ?
I know.
You keep it down,
With the muzzle
Toward the ground.
It makes more sense
To keep it up.
I got this g*n here. Watch.
That way, no matter which
Way you turn, you always
Got the g*n pointin' up.
If it goes off, you ain't as
Likely to sh**t your feet off,
Or the dog, or anybody else.
There's been half as many dogs
Shot out of excitement
As there has been birds.
Understand ?
- Yes, sir.
- How's he doin' ?
Son. Son !
You see where the g*n's
Pointin' right now ?
I knew it wasn't loaded.
If all the men that
Were shot with unloaded g*ns
Was laid end to end,
They'd stretch
From here to nashville.
I guarantee you one thing,
They wouldn't get up again.
Pa, would you let moreover
Watch silver belle point
Just one covey ?
That wouldn't mean nothin',
Lonnie.
But let me
Tell you somethin'.
You don't wanna teach your dog
To range and cast like silver
Belle. Every dog is different.
It ain't so much that
You teach your dog, as it is
You read your dog, son.
What it is is... You
Teach yourself
To read your dog.
Please ? Even if he
Doesn't learn anything,
Maybe we could.
Hmph. Maybe.
( Moreover barking )
Easy.
Fetch, belle.
Did you--
Well, I'll be !
See ? I told ya !
I told ya !
I wouldn't've believed it.
Huh !
Why didn't you take
A shot, son ?
I didn't get no shells.
Atta, girl.
Hey, belle,
Come back here !
Come on here.
C'mere.
Ain't nothin' out there.
What's the matter with you ?
Come on, girl.
Pa, can we paint
The kennels for ya ?
You want to buy
Some more shells, huh ?
I don't think we oughta
Deprive willie dorsey's only
Visible means of support.
Do you ?
He can't get us none.
I expect he can...
For a price.
Listen, uh...
Is that dog still
Hard-mouthin' the birds
He fetches for you ?
No, sir !
He can carry 'em
As soft as velvet.
Good. Then why don't
You put my sinker ball
Back where you found it.
That's enough, boy.
No, wait. Did you see
How silver belle had
To be called off retrievin' ?
Maybe your pa brung down two.
Go fetch it, boy.
( Lonnie )
C'mon, boy.
C'mon.
That's a good boy.
Yeah.
That's a miracle !
Ah, he just wanted
A fresh bird.
You'd pass a miracle too
If you had to carry around
That stinky old bird.
You know what
Your dad forgot ?
He forgot how to read his dog.
( Laughing )
Come on, boy.
Come on, moreover.
Text !
Hey, text !
Come in, lonnie,
Come in.
I can't. I said
I'd be back before dark.
Where's text ?
I had to send him into town.
I was fixin' to make
A batch of beaten biscuits...
And found out
I didn't have
No baking powder.
Here's a poke full of scraps
For moreover.
I can feed him.
I seen him strike out
For your place not more
Than five minutes ago.
Looks like you would've
Run into him
Comin' up the road.
I didn't see him.
But don't worry. I'll find him
And bring him right back.
( Lonnie )
Moreover ! Here, boy.
Moreover !
- Pa, you seen moreover ?
- I expect he's over
At charity's, isn't he ?
-I just looked.
He ain't there.
-No, son, I haven't seen him.
There's only one place
He could be.
Eben's.
Harve ?
Eben's !
Lonnie ?
( Barking )
( Barking continues )
Don't sh**t ! Please !
He's been sniffin'
Around my sheep.
Don't sh**t.
He ain't done nothin'.
Hey !
I think you just better
Put that g*n down, eben.
This dog
Wasn't lookin' for sheep.
That dog's lookin' for eggs !
He was, was he ?
Any dog'll suck eggs
Is lower'n a possum's belly.
That may be, but that don't
Make him no sheep k*ller.
All the same, I think
You better keep him tied up.
Once they start suckin' eggs,
They always come back.
Ain't no cure for 'em...
But this.
Now yesterday...
I saw your dog shep
Hangin' around my kennels.
Does that mean
That I ought to sh**t him ?
You do...
You answer to me.
Why don't we stop all this
Fool talk about shootin', eben
?
I reckon I'm about as good
With a g*n as you are.
Come on, son.
Pa ?
Huh ?
You ain't scared
Of mr. Eben, are ya ?
Lonnie, I ain't scared
Of nobody but god.
And maybe your mother.
Don't tell her
I said so.
That oughta scrub him.
I betcha there won't be
Another dog at the county
Trials slicked up this good.
Hey, ma, you reckon
We done scrubbed him enough ?
More'n enough.
You'll scrub all the hair
Off him.
That dog sure is a wonder.
I never could get
That much soap on your face.
Lookit there.
He's got a cucklebur.
We gotta watch their feet.
We oughta have some
Boric acid too.
What for ?
To clear up
His eyes.
Their eyes get whipped
With wire grass, you know.
There ain't no wire grass
Been whippin' his eyes.
I reckon you're right.
He's too tall.
Maybe those other dogs'll be
Blinded by that wire grass,
But our dog's gonna be
Pointin' up a storm.
Yeah !
Mr. Harve !
Hey, charity.
- Have you got a minute ?
- Sure !
Don't run, don't run.
Here. I better
Give you this now.
What's that for ?
Text's half
Of the entrance fee.
For what ?
The dog trials up at
The county seat tomorrow.
Text earned
Every penny himself...
Peddlin' my beaten biscuits
At the college. Take it.
They're fixin'
To enter that...
What's-his-name.
They behind the house
Right now scrubbin' him
And just carryin' on.
- I can't take this money.
- Text wouldn't think
Of having you stake him.
Charity, there... There's
No way that that dog can win.
They're just throwin'
Good money away. That dog
Is as green as a gourd.
Let them find that out.
They'll have more fun
Dreamin' big dreams
Than you would have winnin'.
You don't understand,
Charity.
I'm not gonna allow lonnie
To enter the dog.
That's final.
They didn't tell you,
Did they ?
No. Not a word.
Charity, I'm sorry about
Text gettin' his hopes--
Don't fret yourself.
I know you got
Your good reasons.
You're not a mean man.
I sure feel like one
Right now.
You want me to break
The news to text ?
No, ma'am, that's
Lonnie's responsibility.
You had the whole thing
Figured out right down
To a gnat's heel, didn't you ?
You just couldn't be bothered
To tell me about it...
Could you ?
The days went by so fast,
The time sort of
Snuck up on me, pa.
You know what it was ?
You thought that
If you waited long enough,
I wouldn't have the heart
To say no.
That's what you thought.
No, sir.
Mary lee, I want the truth.
Did you know about this ?
Oh, harve !
I can't eat.
I'm not hungry.
( Harve )
I'm sorry.
I'm such an old crab,
My son can't confide in me.
Now that's not true !
Then why didn't he tell me,
Mary lee ?
Charity knew all about it.
Text has been... Peddlin'
Biscuits to earn his half
Of the entrance fee.
Lonnie, how do you think
It made me feel havin' to hear
About this from charity ?
How do you think
It made me feel...
Having to say no
To her ?
You think about that.
Harve ?
You awake too,
Huh ?
Mm-hmm.
I finally wormed it
Out of him.
He was worried about not
Being able to pay his half
Of the entrance fee.
Mary lee, I have never...
Never denied that boy.
Of course you haven't !
But you have made
So much fun of his dog...
That every time he screws
Up his courage to ask you
For a loan--
Honey, that dog
Is no account.
I ain't about to let my son
Make a fool of himself
In front of all those people.
Then it's your pride
That's involved !
Wha--
No !
You know better
Than that.
Harve, you're not afraid
He'll beat you ?
That mutt...
Beat my silver belle ?
Is that what you said ?
Stranger things
Have happened.
And lonnie tells me
That moreover can run
The legs off silver belle.
Oh, is that what
He said ?
Well, for two cents,
I'll let him try.
You know that ?
For two cents--
Of course I'd just...
Have to talk mr. Ames into it.
Ask him, harve.
It'd do lonnie good to lose.
Might teach him a lesson.
Mary lee,
That's what I'm gonna do.
That's just what
I'm gonna do, honey.
That boy's gettin' too big
For his britches.
It's time he learned somethin'
The hard way.
Right.
Here, moreover.
Come on, boy.
Where's our g*n ?
We don't need that old thing.
My pa's lending us
One of his best repeaters.
Good luck.
All set ?
Bless you...
For being so good
To my boy.
He's a good boy, charity.
Stop it.
Well, well, harve.
Mr. Ames,
Good to see you.
You too.
I see you brought
The champion along.
Looks mighty pretty.
That she does.
Ah, what's this
In the back end ?
Oh, well,
You know my son lonnie.
Oh, yes.
Hi, mr. Ames.
This is a friend
Of lonnie's, text.
Nice to see you boys.
Thank you, sir.
Isn't that the
Biscuit eater ?
We don't call him that
Anymore.
It hurts his feelings.
At least that's what
The boys tell me.
Oh.
He's a
Mighty fine dog, boys.
Big.
Yes, sir.
Can I have a word with you ?
Sure ! Let's go inside
Where it's comfortable.
Lonnie, take care
Of silver belle, son.
Okay, dad.
I just figured him to be
The outcast of the litter.
His daddy was the one
We had to get rid of
For killin' that sheep.
I remember.
Mr. Ames, I tried to train
That dog, I really did.
I just couldn't get
Nothin' out of him.
I thought the pup had
An ornery streak in him.
When I caught him
Suckin' eggs, I just...
Gave him away.
Without my knowin' it,
Lonnie and text swapped him
Back and started to train him.
To tell you the truth,
He ain't half bad.
Kids, they're wonderful.
Yeah. Well--
You see now, they own him,
And they want to enter him.
They should
If they've done the work.
You wouldn't object ?
What's got into you ?
Something wrong with belle ?
Belle ?
Belle's in tip-top shape.
No, belle'll take it
Hands down. I guarantee it,
She'll even
Take the nationals.
You know...
An old bachelor like me
Isn't much of an authority
On such things,
But if I may say so,
You sound like a father.
Afraid your boy'll beat you
And afraid he won't.
( Chuckling )
Good luck, jim.
Well, boys,
What's all this ?
You mind your manners.
We'd like to enter
Our dog.
Here.
How old are you boys ?
( Together )
Twelve.
I see.
Your names ?
Text tomlin.
My name's
Lonnie mcneil.
Uh-huh.
And your dog's
Got a name.
Yes, sir.
Moreover.
How's that ?
- Moreover.
- Wanna see the papers
On him ?
No, boys,
That won't be necessary.
Boys,
I hope you win.
Thank you very much,
Sir.
We will.
Easy.
You know what we forgot ?
We didn't bring no dog food.
I guess I'm gonna have
To snitch some from pa.
You don't have to worry
About that none.
Our dog'll get fed.
How ?
You know what my mom
Told me once ?
She said, "text,
Whenever you're hungry,
"Just stop
And puzzle it out.
- Who has his hands on the
Best food, first and last ?"
- The cook.
Right. And there ain't no cook
Who likes to wash his own
Dirty pots and skillets.
Let those other dogs
Eat those scraps and dog-mush.
Moreover's gonna
Point birds tomorrow
On a big ol' piece of meat...
That mr. Ames hisself
Would be proud to chew on.
Right.
( Dog handlers
Blowing whistles )
( Whistle blows )
( Whistle blows )
( g*nsh*t )
He's in a stylish point.
The setter's backin' nicely.
( g*nsh*t )
Go fetch it, boy.
Oh, well done, harve.
That dog's a comer.
With a little luck,
He might make the finals.
I couldn't get that dog
To do nothin' for me.
But he'll go to hell
And back for those boys.
Funny, harve...
If that dog whipped us.
No way.
Say, harve, how come
You let a dog like that
Get away from you ?
Gee, I don't know.
I guess I'm just gettin' old.
I mean blind.
( Men laughing )
Sometimes a trainer wins
So many cups
He gets careless.
It ain't the first time a son
Has showed his father up.
No, sir.
You think you might be in
For trouble tomorrow ?
I'm not, but...
Harve is.
( Ames )
If those boys beat us, I may
Have to find a new trainer.
( Man )
You better watch out.
Just so long as we keep it
In the family, I guess.
( Laughing )
That mcneil boy is stirrin'
Up a heap of trouble...
For a very fine gentleman.
He's what ?
If his dog, moreover,
Beats silver belle,
Mr. Ames is gonna fire
Poor mr. Mcneil.
I don't believe it.
I heard him !
So did everybody else.
Ask anybody.
You sure ?
The waiter heard him.
If moreover wins,
Your pa's gonna get fired.
Mr. Ames wouldn't do
A thing like that.
He said he would.
If you don't believe it,
You can ask your pa.
I couldn't.
What are we gonna do,
Lon ?
He's half your dog.
What do you think ?
All that work
We been puttin' in.
Maybe we oughta
Say nothin'.
( Dogs barking )
Hey, what's this
I hear about this
Father and son contest ?
Yeah, it's true,
All right.
Yeah ?
Harve mcneil's silver belle
Is supposed to be
The best in the state,
But his kid's
Looney-lookin' dog
Ain't heard about it yet.
We're ready to run
The finals in this series
Of field trials,
And the two dogs that are
Gonna be runnin' the finals...
Is silver belle
And moreover.
Gentlemen,
Are you ready ?
- Yes, sir.
- Yeah.
Send your dogs.
Go !
( g*nsh*t )
Fetch, belle, fetch.
( g*nsh*t )
Go on, fetch, boy !
Come on.
( Whistle blows )
Whoa !
( g*nsh*t )
Fetch, belle.
( g*nsh*t )
Go on, fetch, boy.
I bet that setter'd
Point on water.
Fine job of backin'
By that moreover dog.
That's mighty pretty.
Reckon moreover
Can beat her ?
That was just lucky.
By golly,
He's picked up a covey
Right under belle's nose.
You know what to do,
Lon.
What ?
I made up my mind.
Your pa's gotta have a job.
I reckon you're right.
Moreover ?
You're a no good...
Low-down... No account...
Biscuit eater !
I don't get it.
I don't either, but I think
My son called his dog off.
Harve, you can pick
Your dog up. Your son's dog
Is disqualified.
( Lonnie )
Moreover ?
Moreover ?
I had to say it,
Moreover.
I didn't mean it. Really.
We're sorry, moreover.
Son, I got to tell you.
I'm disappointed
In you, lonnie.
I don't know if you thought
You were losin' or--
But you just don't--
Don't quit, son.
Winnin' or losin',
You just don't...
Call your dog off.
He's confused.
He don't know
What you're doin'.
Least...
He'll get over it,
I expect.
Dogs ain't like people.
They'll forgive you.
But he won't.
Most any dog wouldn't get
Something like that.
You try it.
You're the one
Who generally feeds him.
Mmm. Just take
One bite. Please ?
Come on, lonnie.
Your mama's gonna be
Wonderin' where we are.
He won't eat !
Won't eat ?
Come on. Eat. Please ?
Maybe it'd do him good
To fast a while.
The good book says,
"Humble thy soul
With fastin'."
See there ?
He's too humble now.
( Charity )
Oh, give him time.
He'll eat.
Dogs are like children.
You know that yourself,
Mr. Harve.
They get picky sometimes,
But when they get hungry,
They'll eat.
I'll watch him.
( Chuckling )
Thank you, charity.
Say, text,
Tell me somethin'.
You ain't been feedin' eggs
To that dog, have you, son ?
Have you, text ?
Why ?
Well,
When I caught him at it,
I figured the only way
To keep him from sucking eggs
Was to feed him eggs.
He sure did like
To eat eggs,
But we had plenty.
So I snitched two every night
And broke 'em over his scraps.
Son, you plan
To keep on doin' that ?
No, sir.
Sorry, lon.
Pa, is there any way
We can break moreover
Of egg suckin' ?
You called him off.
What's the point in tryin'
To train him again ?
- Just in case.
- We'll talk about that.
Text, we'll see ya,
Hear ?
Bye,
Mr. Mcneil.
C'mon, lonnie.
Lon ?
So long, partner.
Yes, sir.
Good mornin'.
Morning.
I'm looking for a boy
Named text. Could you tell me
Where I'll find him ?
You come
To the right man, sir.
I know him quite well.
Rascal traded me out of
A good dog a spell back.
A dog named moreover ?
Hot diggity !
If you know text and moreover,
And asked for it, you must
Be that good gentleman
They call mr. Ames.
That's right.
Hey.
Tongues couldn't tell
The revelations
I heard about you.
- Some of it good, I hope.
- Good as new foldin' money.
( Chuckling )
Then maybe the next time
My name comes up,
You could tell them I asked
You for a direction, and you
Gave it to me quick as a wink.
Oh, I could tell you
Where it is,
But better
I rode on up there and
Showed you where it is.
I wouldn't want to put you
To all that trouble.
Oh, I don't mind.
"Time is money,"
Like the man said.
But, I don't mind.
( Chuckling ) hey !
Hey, what is the matter
With me ?
Bugs on the windshield !
We can't have that,
Not on a fine car like this.
Would you care
To fill the tank ?
It's a pleasure to clean
A windshield like this.
What about gas ?
About how many gallons
You think this tank'll hold ?
Twenty-five,
Thirty gallons.
Lord,
Help us to live right.
Can I have the gas ?
Well, uh,
To tell you the truth,
Delivery's been a little slow,
But it's comin'.
I see.
Want I should check
The water and the battery ?
No, that's all right.
It's clear spring water.
Can't get better than that
For love nor money.
No.
Uh, hey !
Ain't you from way up there
In philadelphia ?
I'm afraid I am.
I bet you can't get any
Real good, fresh
Country eggs up there.
Oh, mighty hard
To come by.
I got about a dozen of 'em
Still warm from bein'
Underneath them hens.
No !
Mm-hmm.
- I don't supposed
You'd sell 'em, would you ?
- I don't know why not.
♪ ( Humming )
Let me see, how much
A dozen they gettin' ?
Thirty-two cents or forty-two.
I seen it soaped over
At that big grocery store
Next to the five-and-dime.
Keep the change.
Thank you very much,
Mr. Ames.
Thank you very much, sir.
Now can you tell me
Where text lives ?
Oh !
( Laughing )
It's straight down the road
And the first turn
On the right.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Don't forget !
First turn on your right.
Mighty fine gentleman.
( Chuckling )
Text ?
Text, I want to talk...
To you and lonnie
Over at his house, okay ?
Okay, mr. Ames.
Hey, ma,
I'm goin' over to lon's for
A few minutes with mr. Ames.
- You mind your manners, son.
- Okay.
Hey, lonnie !
Lonnie !
Hey, mr. Ames.
Hiya, harve.
Hello !
How are you,
Mrs. Mcneil ?
This is an
Unexpected pleasure.
It certainly is.
Come on inside.
Nothing I'd like better if
I weren't way behind schedule.
But I didn't want to go
Back east with these boys
Thinking what they do of me.
How's that ?
I got talking to the cook,
And he let the cat
Out of the bag.
Remember when we were joking
About my firing you...
If silver belle
Got beat ?
Sure, at the table.
One of the waiters
Took it seriously.
And text tells me that
He and your son did too.
Oh, lonnie.
That was a mighty
Generous thing for you boys
To do, but you were wrong.
First of all,
You didn't have belle beat.
And secondly, harve and I
Would rather get whipped
Than to win that way.
Lonnie,
Is that why you
Called off your dog ?
Yes, sir.
I misjudged you boys,
And I'm sorry.
( Mr. Ames )
And another thing.
Your dad
Will never lose his job,
Unless I lose mine.
Three weeks from now...
I'll be coming back down
For the grand national.
I'll tell you what.
Instead of you meeting me
At the junction,
I'll come here and pick up
You and silver belle,
Providin' that mary lee'll
Come along too.
Oh, thank you,
But I couldn't.
Who would feed the dogs ?
I think lonnie
Could feed the dogs.
And who'd
Feed him ?
My ma.
There you go.
Well, we'll see.
She'll be there,
Don't worry about it.
Text, are you ready
To go back home ?
Yes, sir.
Get in.
Can I go too, pa ?
Yeah, I guess so.
Oh, by the way,
I met a man down the road
Who was the original
Philadelphia lawyer.
He runs a "gasless"
Gas station.
You met willie dorsey.
( Chuckles )
Slick as a whistle.
I tell ya, nobody travels
This road that they don't
Pay toll to old willie.
Is there anything
I could bring him
From the city ?
Cigars.
Didn't you notice ?
Good idea.
Thank you, mary lee.
All set,
Men ?
( Together ) yeah.
Bye, bye.
Boys,
I've been thinking.
You proved your dog
At the county trials.
I'd just love to see him
Braced with silver belle again
At the grand national.
- You mean it, mr. Ames ?
- You keep working him.
We'll see.
Gee, thanks.
Yeah.
Thanks a lot.
He's gotta eat.
It's been two days.
To keep up his strength.
We gotta get him over that
Broken heart too.
We're headin' for
The grand national.
Here you are,
All buttered and piping hot.
Thanks, ma.
Well, there's only one way
For us to apologize to him.
We gotta be
Biscuit eaters too.
I like biscuits.
Don't you ?
I sure do.
I'm a biscuit eater.
You ain't the only
Biscuit eater.
I'm a biscuit eater too.
So is moreover.
You're a good biscuit eater,
Ain't you, puppy dog.
Here. Have one
Of my ma's biscuits.
Then you have it,
You no account biscuit eater.
No, you have it,
You lowlife biscuit eater.
Help me eat it.
Please ?
If I have to apologize to you
One more time,
I'm never gonna be able
To eat another biscuit
For the rest of my life.
Hey, ma ?
Now what ?
Can me and lonnie have
Some of these biscuits
Covered with gravy ?
No. I ain't gonna smother
No biscuits in no gravy.
If the dog's hungry,
He'll eat.
If he ain't, he won't.
How do you expect him
To work up an appetite
Watchin' you eat ?
And another thing.
You stop that name callin'.
It ain't christian.
I know why you're doin' it,
But he don't.
You'll have that dog
As mixed up
As a cross-eyed owl.
- Yeah, but he hates us.
- Oh, no he don't.
He's bewildered.
He's trying to sort it out
In his own mind.
You want him to eat,
Take him out hunting.
Run him
Till his tongue hangs out.
Come on.
Come on.
See them quail ?
C'mon, boy,
Let's go get 'em.
Now what ?
Well, we can still run 'im.
That'll make him hungry.
C'mon, boy !
C'mon ! C'mon !
C'mon, boy.
C'mon, moreover.
C'mon.
I'm gonna try
One last thing.
No, you ain't.
Ain't what ?
You're fixin'
To feed him some eggs.
No, I ain't. All I aim to do
Is let him sleep with me
So he'll get to like me again.
That might be worth a try.
Want me to bring over
More scraps tonight ?
No, we've got
Enough food.
Well, better keep
Your fingers crossed.
See ya tomorrow.
C'mon, boy.
C'mon. C'mon.
( Text )
Eggs.
Moreover,
Come back here !
( Shep barking )
( Barking continues )
No ! Don't go in there,
Moreover !
Ya hear somethin', boy ?
( Shep barking )
Shut up !
Stay in here.
( Chickens clucking )
Well, you want eggs ?
I'll give you eggs.
Poison eggs !
And he had a shotgun,
But he didn't sh**t 'im.
He said, "you want eggs,
I'll give you eggs."
Then he latched the barn door
And went back in the house.
Son, stay here.
I'll take care of this.
Lonnie.
( Moreover whimpering )
( Whimpering )
Honey,
Get me a blanket.
He's cold.
He's got the shakes.
All we can do
Is just keep him warm now.
Pa, will that medicine
You give him
Take away the poison ?
I don't know, son, whether
We got it all out or not.
That's...
All we can do now.
Text, isn't your mama
Gonna be worried about you ?
Yes, sir.
But I can't leave now.
Well, I'll just...
Drive down there
And tell her.
I'll pick you up
Some clothes.
I'll be back
In a little bit, honey.
- Boys--
- Is he gonna die ?
Well,
We honestly don't know.
He's had
A hard jolt.
But he is young,
And that's in his favor.
And he's strong.
I don't think there's
Anything more anyone can do.
Except maybe pray.
( Sniffling )
Don't die, puppy dog.
Please don't die.
( Rooster crowing )
( Crowing continues )
( Whimpering )
Wake up ! Wake up !
Look who's been
Licking your face !
Hey, he's okay !
He's okay !
He's alive !
Mom, dad !
He's alive ! He's alive !
He sure is.
Honey, look.
Look at this.
Ahh.
Well, you certainly
Are perky this morning.
Can you believe it
After last night,
As sick as that dog was ?
Looks like you boys
Have still got
Yourselves a dog.
I think you both deserve
A good, big breakfast.
I think even moreover's
Ready for a bite.
Yeah.
Mrs. Mcneil !
Mrs. Mcneil !
Good morning, willie.
Come on in.
( Laughing )
I hope that dog's
Still alive.
Yes, thank goodness.
Then I'm in time.
I heard about moreover
From charity.
I've been up since sunup
Collectin' herbs...
For an old recipe
My mother give me
To cure stomach poisonin'.
She got it from
The, uh, indians.
Hey, text !
Your ma helped me too.
She give me hollyhock leaves,
The horseradish root,
And the sassafras,
And she steeped it up.
Thanks, willie. Come in and
Have breakfast with the boys.
Harve's eaten already.
Oh, no, ma'am.
I didn't do this
To be eatin' off that dog.
I did it to be, uh...
( Sniffing ) neighborly.
I know that.
But there's a lot of ham left,
And you can always drink
Another cup of coffee,
Can't you ?
Yes, ma'am, but shouldn't I
Pour some of that
Down him first...
If he's goin'
To the grand national ?
Uh, oh, he's asleep
Right now.
Ah, sleepin' is good !
He'll get his strength back.
Here you are.
Thank you, ma'am.
How do you know
He's gonna drink it ?
Because you pour some of it
Over his vittles.
Or your put a few drops
In some warm milk.
You slip it to him
Unbeknownst.
Yech !
Pee-u !
Mighty fine stuff.
Powerful.
( Dogs barking )
( Eben )
Shep, come back here !
( Barking )
( Whistles )
Come on, boy.
Come on, shep.
Atta boy.
Don't worry, boy.
I ain't gonna harm you none.
Whoa. Whoa !
Mcneil,
What you doin'...
Tyin' my dog up ?
Better save that breath, eben.
You're gonna need it.
Turn my dog loose.
Anybody'd try to
k*ll a dog out of spite
Don't deserve no dog.
I didn't try to k*ll him.
He tried
To commit suicide.
- You put out
Poison eggs for him.
- Didn't make him eat 'em.
You gonna turn
My dog loose ?
Nope.
( Grunts )
( Dogs barking, snarling )
Get him, dad !
Give him a good one,
Harve !
- ( Laughing )
- ( Groaning )
You okay, harve ?
You ain't seen
Nothin' yet.
Go get him, boy.
Atta boy, harve !
Now I'll turn
Your dog loose.
I'm gonna get
The law on you for this.
You do and I'll whip you again
On the courthouse steps.
Now you get outta here.
Pa ?
You were somethin'.
( Yipping,
Barking )
Shut up !
All we ask is for you
To keep the dog on the porch
Until you hear me whistle.
- I don't believe in playin'
No more tricks on him.
- But, ma, we gotta know.
( Lonnie )
Please ?
All right.
I'll be glad when huntin'
Season is over and he can go
Back to bein' just plain dog.
( Whistles )
( Sniffing,
Whining )
Yea ! He did it !
He did it !
Come on, boy !
He'll never suck eggs
No more.
I was very sorry to hear
About the poisoning.
He's lucky to be alive.
He's as good as ever.
Better !
Reckon he can whip
Most any dog right now.
Any dog you could name.
It wouldn't be fair to the dog
To enter him now
After all he's been through.
But next year
Could be a different story.
Ah.
Son, i--
Listen, be sure
And separate boy and cindy
When you feed 'em, okay ?
Okay, dad.
Lonnie, are you sure
You're gonna be all right ?
Sure, mom.
Well, you take care.
Okay.
Good-bye, sweetheart.
Good-bye, text.
Bye.
Now, boys,
You keep workin' him.
Shall we, lon ?
What's the use ?
( Chuckling )
Charity, mighty fine meal.
Mighty fine meal.
Don't light that thing
In here.
This ain't one of them
Cheap "two-fers."
This is a five-cent cigar
Mr. Ames give me.
I don't care if it cost
A dollar. You can't get
That smell out of the house.
You can't argue with a woman
That cooks that good.
Tell you the truth, text,
One time I give some thought
To courtin' your ma.
( Charity ) well,
Don't think about it no more.
I don't mind havin'
You in here
For an occasional meal...
Just to listen to
Some of your tall tales.
But you ain't
Gonna move in here.
With a tone like your'n,
You just might be
A widow woman 'til
The end of your days.
Just as well too.
Think I'm gonna keep you
In cigar money peddlin'
My beaten biscuits ?
I got a delivery boy now.
There was a lot more
To it than that.
I tell ya, with my head
For business...
And the way
You fry that chicken--
Oh, never mind.
Maybe it's all
For the best.
Might have meant...
Givin' up my gas station.
You couldn't do that.
That dog got
His appetite back ?
Yeah. He'll eat
Anything now.
- You trainin' him ?
- Not lately.
Dog like that
Needs workin'.
What's the difference ?
Makes a lot of difference
To me.
Tell you the truth,
I've been thinkin' about...
Goin' into a new line of work:
Dog trainin'.
I'm prepared to make an offer
For that dog right now.
There's nothin'
You could trade for that dog.
Who said anything
About tradin' ?
Tradin' !
Huh !
Ten, twenty.
Ten, twenty.
What you been doin',
Robbin' a bank ?
My backer said,
"Get me that dog moreover."
Thirty, forty.
Thirty, forty.
- Who's your backer ?
- You won't tell a soul ?
Cross your heart ?
Jim macilwain.
Your dog beat his
The first day of the trials,
Remember ?
That's $50... Each.
Cash money.
That's as high as we can go.
'Course, we're takin'
A chance.
But if moreover wins
The grand national next year,
We can get our money back
Just on his pups.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
Money talks.
It ain't the money.
If jim macilwain can win
The grand national,
So can we.
C'mon, boy.
You're goin' to work.
C'mon, moreover.
- ( Laughing )
- Well, we did it.
We sure did. I couldn't stand
To see those youngsters
Mopin' 'round the house.
Would you want me
To invest this for you ?
No, thank you. It's going
Right back in the bank.
Banks don't go broke
As often as you do.
Thank you.
You earned it.
No, charity,
You keep your money.
I'll have another
One of your fine
Chicken dinners...
Someday soon.
Hey, willie !
Hey, you did it
Again !
Willie !
You'll be happy to find
That all the dogs
Around here are just fine.
- I've been keepin' an eye
On things.
- How's lonnie ?
Oh, he's fine,
Now that I got he and text
Working their dog again.
What ?
When you decided...
Not to take moreover
To the grand national,
It was the end of their world.
As charity says,
"They was wallowin'
In a slough of despond."
But I brung 'em
Out of it.
How'd you do that ?
Uh, psychology mostly.
I'll tell you sometime
When you ain't in a hurry
To get home.
I'd like to hear that too,
Willie.
Incidentally.
Ooh !
I didn't do that much.
I mean, one or two cigars
Do me just fine.
I'd gladly trade them
For some of those
Nice fresh eggs.
You got a deal.
Anytime you pass by here,
You get as many as you want.
And it'll cost ya.
( Laughing )
Thanks very much,
Willie. Bye.
See you, willie !
Bye !
And a free tank of gas !
They're gonna make
My first delivery anytime now.
( Chuckling )
( Barking )
Beautiful !
Lonnie ! Text !
( Mary lee )
Hi, lonnie, text !
Hi, sweetheart !
Hi, text.
Hi, ma.
Did you win, pa ?
You bet we did,
Son.
Moreover looks good.
He'll be even better
Next year.
That dog is incredible.
Now that you've
Got the trophy,
What do you think about...
Retiring silver belle
While she's champion ?
Not a bad idea. If we're
Gonna make it next year,
We'll need something
Young and strong.
He's not your dog,
Gentlemen.
She's right, harve.
We'd better make a deal.
I hate to interfere
Or anything,
But you gonna let that dog
Hold that point all day ?
♪ If I were to tell you
Of friends I recall ♪
♪ I'd say that my dog
Was the closest of all ♪
♪ Through times good and bad
He was always around ♪
♪ Never once letting me down ♪
♪ He's just a dog
But he's my friend ♪
♪ Through thick and through
Thin
With patience to lend ♪
♪ Samplin' life
So happily ♪
♪ Growing together
Moreover and me ♪
♪ Moreover and me ♪
♪ Moreover and me ♪
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