Sheila: And then I stirred the almonds into an earthen basin with flour and gum dragon and baked it in a wood-fired oven.
Woman: Oh. And how did you make the soup?
Frankie: Well... I threw some vittles in a pot, then I got some water from yon crick over yonder and poured that into a cotton gin. Then Paul Bunyan ate it and declared, "Soup is good food."
Sheila: Prithee a word, Abigail. Did you even read your packet at all?
Frankie: I skimmed it.
Sheila: Okay, since you're clearly unprepared, I'll do the talking, and you can go in the back and make the potato balls. Do you think you can do that?
Frankie: Potato balls? Really? That's gonna take forever. Why don't we just do mashed potatoes and take a rain check on the potato balls? Nobody will even notice. They're all looking down at their phones anyway.
Obadiah: Ladies. Your idle gossip is best saved for 'round the water pump.
Sheila: Ah, 'tis true, husband. Listen, sister. I don't care what kind of slipshod schemes you got under your bonnet to short-shrift our guests, but on my watch, we do things properly.
Frankie: Fine, fine, okay. Hey, but listen, is there a-an outlet by a pot or something, 'cause I'm down to 1%.