They ate my prized tomatoes.

Ravenswood, what a magnificent tomato.

How do your tomatoes look?

These are back home tomatoes.

Them tomatoes have got to be forced growth.

Your chickens are in my tomato patch again.

They can't grow tomatoes like that in California.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Ed, I might not win no prize for my tomatoes, but wait till them judges take a look at my chicken!