Die wilden Weiber von Tennessee

Captain Robert Salbo: Madam, words fail me. Your culinary talents supersede the most exotic cuisine.

Ma Tatum: You don't like it.

Captain Robert Salbo: Oh, no, no, no, on the contrary...

Josh Morgan: He means he'd like some more, Ma.

Ma Tatum: Oh, that's good.

Pappy Tatum: Good! Good! I like to see a young fella who's a good eater.

Captain Robert Salbo: I must say, in all my travels, I never tasted anything quite like it.

Ma Tatum: You ain't never?

Captain Robert Salbo: Unh-uhnmm!

[meaning "No"]

Ma Tatum: Aw shucks, it ain't nothing but possum tails, owl gizzards, and grits fried in bear grease. And then that there gravy, that's just goat's milk with vulture eggs and mashed catfish eyes.

Pappy Tatum: The catfish eyes brings out the flavor of the possum tails.

[Capt. Salbo turns green]

Captain Robert Salbo: Excuse me. I think I forgot something in my jeep.

Pappy Tatum: Why did he leave in such a hurry? Did something just come up?

Josh Morgan: Not yet, Mr. Tatum, but I think it might.