“He’s a tough little son of a biscuit eater. (Bubba)”
“But, Bubba? Aren’t you and Mark friends? (Nick)Ah, hell no. Mark’s not my friend, he’s my minion. (Bubba)”
“Biscuits are rough, potatoes are tough. I pray to God we all get enough.”
“Brains like that, you could be a Death Eater, son.”
“Eaters of Wonder BreadMust be underbred.So little to eat.Where's the wheat?”
“Lying on his back, Jess kicked furiously at the windshield. "Damn. It. Break. Already. You. Sorry. Son. Of. A. Biscuit. Eating. Cat.”