Owl soup and chicken fried hock.

Granny's got plenty of possum and grits and owl soup.

Her owl soup and chicken fried hock is getting cold.

I permit no familiarity on the first dates.

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire.

Chief, Mrs. Rysdale, this is indeed a red-letter day.

I reckon you should start heating the water for the owl soup, and I'll go down to the cellar and fetch you up some salted possum.

First, we'll have Grace, and after that, Ellie Mae, we'll pass out the devil buzzard eggs.

Well, I think you should be the first to know I'm elevating your husband to the board of directors.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up through the ground come a bubbling crude.