“This is the way to the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out.”
“It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell.”
“Evangeline," he sighed. "It ain't ever goan to be easy with you, is it?”
“If the goddess—and that would be me, by the way—is displeased, you’ll get bats in your hair and mice in your boots.”
“The door of love is squeaky. Would you mind oiling it on your way out?”
“If you are boot out, do not go to boot hill.”