If he ain't, he won't.

This pie's colder than it ought to be, but that isn't my fault." As I ate I told them of my sudden determination to become a laboring man.

I gave the reasons that I had given Mother.
"Um-hm," said Dorinda.
"But I can't understand," pleaded Lute.

"You don't need to work, and I've sort of took a pride in your not doin' it.

If I was well-off, same as you be, I bet George Taylor'd have to whistle afore I wore out MY brains in his old bank." "He wouldn't have time to whistle more'n once," was Dorinda's comment.
"Now, Dorinda, what kind of talk is that?
Wouldn't have time to whistle?
You do say more things without any sense to 'em! Just talk to hear yourself, I cal'late.