:10:03
(Will) Don't go blaming yourself, Billy.
:10:05
l'm the reason he's dead.
:10:09
Billy, if anybody's at fault, it's me.
:10:12
- l'm the one who called those boys' bet.
- lt's nobody's fault. lt was an accident.
:10:28
You can stop worrying, Momma,
'cause l ain't never going hunting again.
:10:52
Come on, now, girls.
:10:54
Hurry up. Grandpa's waiting.
:10:57
l have an idea, Jenny, this ain't
just a Sunday dinner we're going to.
:11:00
Why? Do you think he's got
something else up his sleeve?
:11:03
Knowing your father,
it could be anything,
:11:06
especially where Billy's concerned.
:11:15
All right, Jenny.
:11:16
- l know you want some more tater pie.
- Thank you, no.
:11:19
- Uh, Will? You? How about some?
- No, no. l couldn't.
:11:21
Girls? Huh?
:11:23
- No thanks, Grandpa. l'm stuffed.
- l'm full, too.
:11:27
Sarah, did you know
this is your grandma's favorite recipe?
:11:31
No more, Grandpa.
:11:32
Now, what are you
trying to do to us, George?
:11:34
l'll just throw it to the critters, then.
:11:37
All right, Poppa. What is it?
:11:39
- What's on your mind?
- Mind? l--
:11:42
Well, you must have some purpose
for laying out a feed like this.
:11:44
No, l just wanted Jenny
to get out of the kitchen
:11:46
and sample some real cooking here.
:11:49
Poppa, will you stop your teasing?
:11:50
You've got something
up your sleeve, and what is it?
:11:52
l don't. l got nothing
up my sleeve, that's a promise.
:11:55
But, uh...
:11:57
...l do have a little thing here in my pocket
that might be of interest to you.