Once she heard Jem refer to our father as 'Atticus' and her reaction was apoplectic.

As Off to the South'ard We Go (Anchor Song) The wind is free, and we're bound for the sea, Heave away cheerily, ho, oh! The lasses are waving to you and me, As off to the South'ard we go-o, As off to the South'ard we go. Chorus Sing, my lads, cheerily, heave, my lads, cheerily, Heave away cheerily, ho, oh! For gold that we prize, and sunnier skies, Away to the South'ard we go.

I realised I had been an A-grade fool.

RON: And I'll have the number 8. WAITER: That's a party platter, it serves 12 people. RON: I know what I'm about, son.