The Little Colonel1935

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
Don't you dare poke with that old stick!

Col. Lloyd:
You'd better learn some respect for your elders.

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
I won't respect anyone who pokes me with a stick!

Col. Lloyd:
For a little girl, you've got a bad temper!

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
That's your fault.

Col. Lloyd:
What? Who are you?

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
They call me the little colonel.

Col. Lloyd:
What under the sun do they call you that for?

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
Because I'm so much like you.

Col. Lloyd:
What? How are you like me?

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
Because I stop my foot when I get mad, and I get all red in the face! I holler back at people, too!

Col. Lloyd:
Look at you! You're a pretty sight. What are you running around the country for, like poor white trash? I don't know who your mother is, but whoever she is, she ought to teach you some manners.

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
[throwing mud on him] Don't you dare say anything bad about my mother!

Col. Lloyd:
Whose child is that?

Becky Porter:
How can I tell you, sir, when you don't want nobody to even say her name?

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
I'm Lloyd Sherman, that's who I am!

Col. Lloyd:
Lloyd Sherman!

Becky Porter:
Come on now, child, your mama's mighty worried about you.

Col. Lloyd:
I - I didn't know.

Miss Lloyd Sherman:
Oh, that's all right. Goodbye, Grandfather.