Maw: Paw, git up. It’s time to fuck the hogs and milk the trees.
Paw: Milk the trees??? Listen, I milked them last night.
Maw: Well, git up. Listen, the old red cow is crowing.
Paw: What’s fer breakfast? Corn pone and black-eyed poop?
Maw: No. I got some nice fried beer belly.
Paw: Good. After breakfast I’ll slap the chickens and I’ll have to fix the still.
Maw: What’s wrong with the still?
Paw: It’s turning out pee instead of moonshine. I think I’ve been putting too much meat in the mash.
Maw: Well, don’t forget to take your rifle, Paw. If a Revenue Agent spots you you can shoot him in the arse.