Billy: Ya rascally varmit, git back here!
Davey: Who’s gonna make me?
Tommy: That’d be me.
Billy: With what, yer lady’s ladel?
Tommy: Better than yer rollin’ pin.
Davey: Stay back or I’ll dust you all with this flour!
Tommy: Dang nab it, if I only had ma gun!
Billy: You can’t shoot worth dung, anyways.
Davey: Ah-ha! I found the missus’ biscuits!
Tommy: Ouch! those things are hard as rocks!
Billy: Quit it, ya louse!
Davey: Maybe we should square this over some hooch…
Photo by David C. Foster