Mr. Snavely:
Once the city gets into a ba-hoy's sa-histem, he a-loses his a-hankerin', for the ca-huntry.

Mr. Snavely:
I think I'll go milk the elk.

Mrs. Snavely:
He wants more money and if he don't get it, he'll take our malamutes.

Mr. Snavely:
He won't take old Bozo, my lead dog.

Mrs. Snavely:
Why not, Pa?

Mr. Snavely:
'Cause I et him.

Mrs. Snavely:
You ET him?

Mr. Snavely:
He was mighty good with mustard.

Mr. Snavely:
And it ain't a fit night out for man nor beast.