Where Are Your Pants, Son?

I Think There's Just One Kind Of Folks. Folks.

So It Took An Eight-year-old Child To Bring 'em To Their Senses.... That Proves Something - That A Gang Of Wild Animals Can Be Stopped, Simply Because They're Still Human. Hmp, Maybe We Need A Police Force Of Children.

I Shall Never Marry, Atticus." "why?" "i Might Have Children.

When A Child Asks You Something, Answer Him, For Goodness’ Sake. But Don’t Make A Production Of It. Children Are Children, But They Can Spot An Evasion Quicker Than Adults, And Evasion Simply Muddles ‘em. No... You Had The Right Answer This Afternoon, But The Wrong Reasons. Bad Language Is A Stage All Children Go Through, And It Dies With Time When They Learn They’re Not Attracting Attention With It. Hotheadedness Isn’t.

Miss Jean Louise, Stand Up. Your Father's Passin'.