When Pa is putting the dynamite into the lunch box, his forehead is the same color as his hat in a few short scenes.
Shag: I don't want to rile you up, Pa, but it 'pears you missed ol' Whiskers but you sure blasted the boat.
Shag: Gosh Pa, I'd get my mouth washed out with soap if'n I said that.
Ma: Land sakes now Pa. You know it's nigh on to supper time. Go catch a catfish and bring home a big'un cause we're mighty hungry.
Ma: I swear that man's a caution. He sleeps more than a hootie owl with the pip.
Ma: Pa, Rustle your stumps and catch some catfish for dinner.