The Yearling
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:48:08
- Your boy's got manners, Mr. Baxter.
- He's right smart of a comfort.

:48:36
- He hit me with a potato!
- Jody, you put that down.

:48:41
What's got into you?
How come you shame me like that?

:48:45
Now you go up and excuse yourself.
:48:53
Jody!
:49:10
Right smart lot of spunk
your boy's got, Mr. Baxter.

:49:15
Thank you, Mr. Boyles.
We'll be back later for our things.

:49:21
Quick! They're killing Oliver. He's
fighting Lem and all the Forresters.

:49:26
They're killing him.
Is Twink Lem's or Oliver's girl?

:49:30
- They can't decide.
- Who do we fight for?

:49:33
- Whoever's taking a licking: Oliver.
- But the Forresters are friends too.

:49:39
- Who's judging this fight?
- We are!

:49:41
If it takes three men to whip one,
the one man's the best.

:49:45
Hello, Oliver. Welcome home.
:49:48
Oliver!
:49:49
Am I glad to see you,
you old landlubber, you.

:49:53
I brought you a gift from China.
I saw a lot of whales too.

:49:57
I'll smash you like a skeeter
if you get in my way.


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