Grandpa: Never wait too long between shots or your finger may change its mind.
Winifred Jones: Do tell. You must show me your gold mine someday.
Charles Hingleman: If you don't mind going down in a bucket.
Winifred Jones: How is that again?
Charles Hingleman: Well, you see, a gold mine having no stairs, you have to be lowered in a bucket.
Winifred Jones: Like the girl from Nantucket. Excuse me.
Charles Hingleman: How is that?
Winifred Jones: Oh, oh... just a poem.