I reckon love ain't measured by a yardstick, Granny.

A bit ago, I tried to feed it a saucer of milk.

There's a lot of boy there to examine.

Dobbed on with the leg bone of a buzzard.

He's getting a craw full of you dragging home them critters.

This clothes basket is heavier than a bucket full of hogs' livers.

Well, I was blowing air into it like this here, when all of a sudden, pow!

Well, that might be nothing more than a benign subconscious rejection of authority represented by the teacher.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Jethro drove me up to five big department stores out here, and not one of them had a newt skin.

Excuse me, Granny, I was... I reckon a quarry critter like this ought to be outside instead of in the house scaring folks.