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Good. Got your hair cut, didn't you?

Used to be way down to there.

Okay, here we are.

Third prize for you,

you old sweet doll, you, you little devil.

Here you are, first prize. Congratulations.

Joe.

Okay. Take it to the ranch, will you?

- I'll just lighten you up.

- Thank you.

Real fine beef you got there, sonny.

Count them out, Joe.

Come on.

He's a pet.

You go home and fatten up

another one for me, hear?

Do you wanna buy a goat?

No.

He's the expert from Chicago.

I heard people talking.

Well, what do you think? Was it all right?

Right tasty. It's smooth.

The milk?

Well?

Well, the fact is, I think

I'd better have a little more.

Full body.

You're certainly a man who knows his milk.

Well, you're certainly a woman

who knows milk.

First prize.

Violet!

Violet, it's so good to see...

Violet? It's me, Poppy.

She ain't feeling so good.

We're gonna work real hard

and get a first next year, aren't we?

Huh? Right?

How about you?

Nick, we were waiting on you.

Judging the price of kids, huh?

No, not these little hunkers.

I wouldn't give them away.

They're right smart Kansas kids.

- What are you looking at?

- Me. Hello, Nick.

Clarabelle.

Well, it looks just like old times.

Hello, Shay.

- Your old bull won first prize.

- Hey, how about that?

Don't she look swell, Nick?

She dresses better than the Governor's wife.

Clarabelle could always think ahead.

You haven't changed a bit, Nick.

Nobody does. Not where it counts.

I'll have to chew on that for a while.

No. You ain't gonna chew on anything.

Just go and talk to the Senator.

See you around, Nick.

What do you think of all this, Nick?

I think it stinks.

You would.

All you know is concrete.

You know, my family were Americans...

when yours was still digging the bugs

out of Irish potatoes.

Go on, wave a flag and make me laugh.

Wait a minute.

You think I don't know this country?

I know it. This is my country.

I give it just what it wants:

dope and flesh.

Something up the arm,

something to lick around the belly.

Did you have a good time last night?

Joe.

Joe. I thought you were back

in New York with Uncle Frank.

Times change.

- Don't they?

- This is not Chicago, Nick.

No Loops, no taxis.

This is my country.

You just bought the farm.

Not me. You.

Mary Ann, the turkey shoot's about to begin.

Let's win us a prize.

Just let my boys show you around.

You little...

Violet!

That ain't fair.

- I'll go for the car. Keep looking.

- Yeah.

Center target.

Contestant number two.

We'll shoot off all of our turkeys later on.

Six hits to center target.

Contestant number three, you may fire.

Will the young lady and gentleman

in their Sunday go-to-meeting clothes...

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