You might be a redneck if the Home Shopping Channel operator recognizes your voice.

You might be a redneck if Santa Claus refuses to let your kids sit in his lap.

If the veins in the back of your legs look like the street map of greater Pittsburgh, you ain't nobody's babydoll.

You might be a redneck if your Momma would rather go the racetrack than the Kennedy Center.

If most people wanted to be incognito, they put on a fake beard or mustache. If I wanted to I'd just shave mine off.

You might be a redneck if your wheelbarrow breaks and it takes four relatives to figure out how to fix it.

As an actor, there was that freedom of not having to worry about lights or marks or other people. It was just going out there and having fun with the character.