Would you like to shoot me now, or wait 'till you get home?
I am sorry to disappoint you, but it’s fiddler crab season only.
If I shoot you now, I’m a’gonna have to carry your raggedy dead carcass home… but If’n I let you walk there on yer own and then shoot you, you might go a’bleeding on the carpet! The missus ain’t gonna take to no bleeding on the carpet.
Hmmm…
Would you foller me home and swaller some poisin?
shoot me now!
Gawd i wuv ewmur fud