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- Faith Lacey: I have a terrific idea. Why don't you just slam a door on their leg? That ought to get their attention.
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- Faith Lacey: Oh, poor pickings. That early frost just killed what was left of the blueberries.
- Hope Lacey: I told you we should've been out here pickin' every day. Oh, there's some left here. A little weathered, but they'll do for preserves.
- Faith Lacey: Dad gum! Poachers! Oh! If I have to live another 50 years, I'll see those heartless wolf-killers out of these woods.