What's wrong with you, boy? How old are you, twelve? Almost in your teens? Or are you...

Porter Ricks: [after Porter has discovered that Flipper has jumped into the fish pen and eaten all of the pompano being readied for market] What's wrong with you, boy? How old are you, twelve? Almost in your teens? Or are you nine, or seven, or five? A child who doesn't have the sense to know what his next meal depends on? Answer me! The fence, the yard, the nets... not one of your chores done, and now this! Are you growing up, or down? Aren't you getting any sense of responsibility, of obligation, discipline? Or are you hanging on to a "feed me, dress me, blow my nose" childhood? Answer me!
Martha Ricks: [Interrupting] I'm sure he would, if he could!