Daniel:
[as Mr. Rogers] Hello boys and girls, today we're going to talk about dinosaurs. It's a dinosaurs line! [sings fanfair]
Daniel:
And now ladies and gentlemen, the King. [hums tune and imitates Elvis with a T-Rex]
Daniel:
Hey thank you, I'm going to make you lunch, thank you. Okay now put your claws together for James Brontosaurus! Pum pum pum, I eat wood, dada dada dada, it tastes good, dad dada no meat, big feat, I eat wood, pum pum pum! Oh I can't go on, can't go on! Now it's time for the Raptor rap. Yo I'm a Raptor doing what I can gonna eat everything till the appereance of man. Yo yo yo, see me, I'm living bellow the soil, I'll be back but I'm coming as oil!
Mary Lou O'Brian:
Lotta barns. Why so many?
Annie Garrett:
They were my husband's jobs. Everywhere he worked, I worked.
Mary Lou O'Brian:
You two still together?
Annie Garrett:
No.
Mary Lou O'Brian:
Since when?
Annie Garrett:
He left three days ago.
Mary Lou O'Brian:
He split the day you got here?
Annie Garrett:
Yeah.
Mary Lou O'Brian:
Look, this is a small farm Annie, and we just scrape by as it is. If I hire you today and your husband shows up tomorrow, you leave!
Annie Garrett:
That's not gonna happen!
Mary Lou O'Brian:
I've heard that tune before.
Annie Garrett:
Look, I can do more than just muck stalls. I'm a good groom, I'm a heck of a trainer, especially with kids. And I can break and train horses.
Mary Lou O'Brian:
If I hire you today where are you gonna live? How are you gonna get to work without a car? And who is gonna take care of Taylor?
Annie Garrett:
I know those are problems I need to solve, but I *really* need this job, Mrs. O'Brian.
Annie Garrett:
Please, just... gimme a chance to prove I'm worth the gamble.
Holabird:
I am looking at the same inventory, Captain, and I am sorry, I don't see where it says, 'Today we threw fifty slaves overboard', on May tenth or any other day.
Captain Fitzgerald:
As, of course, you would not.
Holabird:
I do see that the cargo weight changed. They reduced the poundage, I see. But that is all.
Captain Fitzgerald:
It's simple, ghastly arithmetic.
Holabird:
Well, for you, perhaps. I may need a quill and parchment, and a better imagination.
Captain Fitzgerald:
And what poundage do you imagine the entry may refer to, Sir? A mast and sails perhaps?
