|What's the big, I say what's the big idea. Don't stand there gawkin' son, speak up.
|Now cu, I say cut that out, what's it all about boy, elucidate!
|Now wait a minute son, ya payin' no attention. Ya startin' too big. Ya gotta walk before ya can run. Start small, look at me when I'm talking to ya son. I say start small and work up. Now try again boy. Kids nowadays they kmnow it all.
|Oh that woman. Gotta mouth like an outboard motor. All the time putputputputputput...
|Go away boy, ya bother me.
|I keep pitchin' em and you keep missin' 'em.
|Ya way off, I say ya way off this time son.
|No what, I say what's the big idea of bashin' me on the noggin with a rollin' pin. Clunk enough people and we'll have a nation of lumpheads.
|That dog's as subtle as a hand grenade in a barrel of oatmeal.
|That boy's as strong as an ox. And just about as smart.
|Nutty as a fruitcake.
|Pay attention to me boy. I'm not talkin' just to hear my head roar.
|No no no, ya doin' it all wrong.
|She re, I say she reminds me of Paul Revere's ride. A little light in the belfry.
|Now wha, I say what's the big idea!
|This is gonna cause more confusion than a mouse at a burlesque show.
|That boy's about as sharp as a bowlin' ball.
|Say boy you cove, I say you cover about as much as a flap a skirt in a high wind.
|I almost had a gag son. Joke that is.
|Go, I say go away boy ya bother me.
|Hey that's a joke son, don't ya get it. I made a funny son and your not laughin'.
|That dog, I say that dog is lower than a snake full of buckshot.
|Nice girl, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.
|Well, let's see what ya makin' there boy. Looks like sody pop. Huh huh huh huh huh. Watch it fizz. Boom!
|That boy, I say that boy's just like a tatoo. Gets under your skin.
|Don't, I say don't bother me dog, can't ya see I'm thinkin'.
|Any of this getting through to ya son?
|I've been a good sport about this up 'til now, but that boy's forcin' me to use stronger measures.
|What's, I say son what's gimmick? What's it all about?
|Well, hog gravy and chitlins's!
|Nice kid, but a little dumb.
|Say something! Explain yourself! Your tongue's flappin' but no noise is coming outta your big mouth!
|I gotta straighten this lad out. Thing like this could warp his mind for life.
|What's goin', I say what's goin' on here?
|Go away boy ya bother me. I've got work to do.
|Now look a here son, you're not doin' that right. Gimme that boy, I'll show ya how.
|Better start with somethin' mild. He looks a little puny.
|Oh no! I don't believe it. I gotta get a worms eye view of this.
|Don't touch it boy! Get away! This is dangerous son, ya gotta know how to handle it, one wrong move and you're done for.
|Look sister, is any of this filtering through that little blue bonnet of yours?
|Fortunately I keep my feathers numbered for, for just such an emergency.
|There ya are sister, have fun.
|Now hold on, that was a joke girl.
|I'm not one to stand by and let a lady do a man's job.
|Show 'em what ya got but dooon't let 'em have it. Ya gotta teeeze 'em a little. Make 'em chase ya.
|Dog: Well with that puss your only chance to get a rooster is to trap one.
|Prissy: Woohooo, he's chasing me.
|I need your love to keep me warm.
|If the missus comes back and finds it gone...Ooooh, what she'll do to me.
|But I got, I say, I gotta show the little egghead I still got a couple of tricks up my sleeve.
|Smart boy, got a mind like a steel trap...full of mice.
|This boy's making more noise than a couple of skeletons throwing a fit on a tin roof.
|Boy, she's the original dumb cluck.
|When it comes to brains, she missed the bus too.
|Cock-a-doodle do! I say, cock-a-doodle do. Dumb sun ain't too bright.
|Well when, I say, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go.
|Hey, you're way ahead of yourself boy. You gotta learn to crow first.
|Scared? Who, me? Course I'm not scared!
|Hmmm, I better play it cagey.
|The screwball in the back pocket...
|Now who's responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person?
|Make way for the King of the Road! Yahoo!
|Like beating a dead horse...he's got no get up and go.
|Pay attention, boy. I'm cutting but you ain't bleeding.
|Adios you chicken-plucking little stinker!