Just like I made up mine.

Like my ma showed me, and like her ma showed her, and her ma before that.

She's running and jumping and just playing around and... What are you holding under the table, Uncle Jay?

All duded up and steppin' out like a chicken in high oats.

Oh, shucks, just because I mowed off my whiskers and combed my hair.

I ain't in love, and I just oiled my shoes because they were squeaking.

Granny, taking in a wamp up a mess of spring tonic for old Duke and me, we is feeling like the high and quarter of the bad luck.

Things have come to a sorry state when a man can't shave his face and comb his hair without his family cackling like a bunch of chickens at a new worm.