He barking up the wrong tree. Dear Lord, she's older and dirt. I'm so confused, I don't know whether it's wine my butt or scratch my watch. Battery on this truck's dead in the door now. You the fish are cut, babe, I ain't got time for this. You getting too big for your britches. Boy, I can't never could do nothing. Jesus loves you. Damn. He's just sitting there like a bump on a log. That boy's dumber and a bag of hammers. I feel like I've been chewed up and spit out. God love him, but I wouldn't put up with none of it. If you don't stop that car, I'll give you something to cry about. I'm picking up what you're throwing down here. Well, if that don't put pepper in the gumbo, I don't know what to say. This is some plum, good catfish. You getting too big for your britches. Where do y'all go to church? Is the frog's ass waterproof? I'm fixing to go Walmart, y'all want come hoppin' to bat. Good, not to have the big hog. Excuse me, that dog don't hunt. Good Christian wouldn't do that. Oh Jesus loves you. Boy, act like you got some reason. I swear that woman has 11 teen kids. Round here, we call sushi bait. Don't you make eyes at me boy. Oh, give me some sugar. Y'all be there directly, how long? Yeah, I just talked to her a while ago. She was an inch taller. She'd be round. Oh my goodness. That makes about the smudge sense. It's tits on a lot, though. He ain't hooked up right. I don't know. Where'd you kill it? Bless his heart. Good night. Bye y'all. You should hear how we talk up at the deer camp.