Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.
There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.
Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.
When we were together, she turned me completely inside out.
The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.
I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!