Jack the Ancient Rancher: "If'n I see yer dangblamed cattle grazin' on mah land this time tomorrer, I'm a-gonna start shootin'!"
Holly the Ancient Rancher's Younger Spouse: "Now, Paw, don't gitcher britches in a twist agin! R'member what ol' Doc Jeter toleja 'bout yer blood pressure!
Jack the Ancient Rancher: "Woman, git back in th' house 'n' make me some babies!"
Holly the Ancient Rancher's Younger Spouse: "Yew kin make yer OWN damn babies, y'old poop."