R-reckon I must a' g-got both on 'em.

Y-y-you shore ought t-ter wear t-t-telescopes, Bill." Hicks stared at his partner, his gray goat-beard sticking straight out, his teeth showing.
"So yer got 'em, hey ?" he retorted, savagely.

"Oh, ye 're chain-lightnin', yer are, Stutter.

Ye 're the 'riginal Doctor Carver, yer long-legged, sputtering lunk-head.

Yer crow like a rooster thet 's just found its voice.