Diane: Oh, Woody, here's a letter from Indiana.
Woody: Oh, boy! It's from my girlfriend, Beth.
Norm: So how are things in the great Midwest, huh, Woods?
Woody: Well, let's everybody gather 'round and we'll find out, huh?
Carla: Oh, great, let's pull up the stove, whittle a tetch and chaw some tabacky.