Bright Eyes1934

J. Wellington Smythe:
Why, Uncle Ned, why didn't you call us?

Uncle Ned Smith:
Call you? I yelled, and I shouted and I bellowed. A thanks lot of good it did me. No one pays any attention to me. No one cares what happens to me. All you do is think of yourselves.

Anita Smythe:
Oh, Uncle Ned, you know that isn't so.

Uncle Ned Smith:
Mary!

Mary Blake:
Yes, Mr. Symthe.

Uncle Ned Smith:
My name is Smith. His name is Symthe.

Mary Blake:
Yes, Mr. Smith.

Uncle Ned Smith:
Didn't you hear me holler a little while ago?

Mary Blake:
No, sir, I didn't.

Uncle Ned Smith:
These folks around here better get their ears fixed.