Sometimes, I feel like talking like Scout (Jean Louise Finch).

"What in the sam hill are you doing?"

"But he's gone and drowned his dinner in syrup!"

"What are you doing"

"I reckon so."

"What's a whore-lady?"

"Jem, I ain't ever heard of a nigger snowman."

"Fat in the middle and little-bitty arms."

"Nome."

I really should stop with the quotes now..