Looky here, Clem, that feller there is gohn uppa hill thar. Les jest stan on topperher a shoutin’ and a whoopin’ and a hollerin’ and a holdin’ our tellyphones in the portrait position and catch that devil if’n when he crests that buggy.

I doan wanna hear nothin’ about no Darwin, neither, cuz we all done procreated four-five times before we was even outa high school. Let them poindexters on the Intertubes worry ’bout that.

(thanks to Charles Schneider for sending that one along)