"Evah sence yo' bin in dis gap yo' been pickin' 'pon me. Why yo' don' le' me an' me chirrun alone, ni?"
"Well, why yo' don't tell dem not to extafay wit' mine, den, no? Tell dem de little watah-mout' runts, not to come on my hedge-row an' pick an' mo' o' my tam'rin's. Oi'll set poison fo' dem, too. Why yo' don't feed dem? Why yo' don't giv' dem a good stiff ball o' cookoo so dat dey won't hav' to teef my tamarin's? Pack o' starved-out runts!"
"Who is any starved-out runt?"
"Yo'! Who yo' t'ink Oi is talkin' to, but yo'?"
"Yo' nasty t'ing yo'!"
"Yo' murrah!"
"Bad-minded wretch!"
"Call me all de bad-minded wretch yo' like but Oi betcha yo' don't hit mah!"
"Oi' don't hav' to low-rate myself fi' suit any field han' neygah uman like yo'."