(Opie's on the porch; Andy comes out to get him)
Andy: What'cha doin'?
Opie: Fixin' some breakfast.
Andy: Oh, what sort of things you fixin'?
Opie: Bugs and worms and things.
Andy: Oh. Bugs and worms and things, huh? Sounds like another recipe out of the newspaper.
Opie: No. It's for the little birds. I got to thinkin' last night that since their ma ain't comin' back and since it's my fault and since just bein' sorry won't help, I'm gonna take over and feed 'em.
Andy: Oh, you are?
Opie: Uh-huh. And, Pa, there's three of 'em. I call 'em Winkin', Blinkin' and Nod.
Andy: Them's fine bird names.