These are back home tomatoes.

How do your tomatoes look?

Ravenswood, what a magnificent tomato.

They ate my prized tomatoes.

Your chickens are in my tomato patch again.

They can't grow tomatoes like that in California.

Them tomatoes have got to be forced growth.

She's only trying to grow a prize-winning tomato.

Why didn't you stay out of my tomato patch?

Granny, that's about all them tomatoes can take right now.

I want to see how much my tomatoes has grown.

She ain't likely to win no prize with store-bought tomatoes, neither.

Them tomatoes is gonna win me a blue ribbon at the county fair.

I thought you'd have us out there sloshing on tomato tonic at sunup.

He brung a bunch of his friends over here and had a tomato party.

Now, the way I got it figured, it's got something to do with the tomatoes.

I'm gonna stir me up the doggondest batch of tomato growing tonic you ever seen.

Well, youngins, we gotta go down to the store and get Granny the best tomatoes we can find.

And by the time the fair rolls around, my tomatoes will make that thing look like a bloodshot gooseberry.

Now, young'uns, we gotta make Granny believe that her growing tonic turned them little green tomatoes into these since this morning.