Will: Well, there's this girl named Tanya, I met her at the mall. She works in a fancy men's store where even the underwear comes from Europe. I don't know if she'd go out with anybody in local drawers.
Hattie: Sets to mind a heifer we once had.
Will: You ain't seen Tanya.
Hattie: You listen up. Now, Petunia had two bulls liking her. One a big strong Angus with a chest as wide as a Chevy.
Will: Oh, that one's me, right?
Hattie: The other one was a slim, handsome Jersey. A real lady's bull.
Will: Ah, word to Granny. That one's me, right?
Hattie: Now, all season long, Petunia just couldn't decide. So come fall, she ups and picks the Angus. See?
Will: No.
Hattie: Why, by then, breeding season was over.
Will: Maybe if you changed it to cats or something.