I don’t keer how soon you die.
Got a present! Whut you got?
Somef’n fu’ de pan er pot!
Huh! Yo’ sass do sholy beat—
Think I don’t git ’nough to eat?
Whut’s dat un’neaf yo’ coat?
Looks des lak a little shoat.
’Tain’t no possum? Bless de Lamb!
Yes, it is, you rascal, Sam!
Gin it to me; whut you say?