The Biscuit Eater

Lonnie McNeil:
My dog hunts. He hunts eggs.

Harve McNeil:
If all the men that were shot with unloaded guns was laid end to end, thed' stretch from here to Nashville. I guantee you one thing, they wouldn't get up again.

Harve McNeil:
What's Old Willie asking for boot?

Text Tomlin:
Mustard Greens. Then he talked my Ma into cookin' 'em for him. She says that man is so lazy he wouldn't pick the flies outta strawberry preserves.

Harve McNeil:
She about told that right.