Wynonna: Hurry up. You're an hour late with my dinner.
Me: I beg your pardon, but I am right on time.
Wynonna: Like hell you are.
Me: Wynonna, we've had this same discussion every stinkin' fall for the past 16 years.
Wynonna: And not once has it made any sense. Just shut up and feed me.
Wynonna: I'm waiting...
Me: Foaming at the mouth? Seriously? Isn't that a little dramatic?
Wynonna: I told you I was starving. Did you believe me? No.
I'm going to interrupt this story to point something out that you might have overlooked.
I have snout smears on the front of my house.
Meanwhile, over in the corral...
George: Feed us this very minute or there will be nothing left of my neck.
Do you want that on your conscience?
Alan: Daylight-schmaylight. Would it kill you to feed us a little early?
Lucy: I'm going over there. Maybe I can talk some sense into her.
Lucy: This whole situation is getting entirely out of hand.
Alan and George are about to jump out of their skin they're so hungry.
Alan: I can't HANDLE the time change!
Hank: All good things come to he who waits patiently by his feed tub.