Mala: You need the manure to grow your shells, right?

Jack: Yeah.

Mala: Well, I don't want you to end up like Grandmother Gourd. So there.

Jack: Hmmph. All right.

Jack: But I'm going with you. We'll need a room for the night anyway.

Charlie: The next train's in half an hour. Be back here by then.

Jack: Will do.