When Momma asked Grammy, did you been smokin' yous cigars in here again? Grammy didn't sayed nothin', but she stared her eyes all buggy over on me. So I sayed, I ain't been smokin' Grammy's cigars, Momma, smell my breath. Which, that weren't so smart, acause Momma smelled what I been eatin' her scotch mints. An' I hadda dig the rest of em' outta the couch and give 'em back.  I's prawly gonna hide Grammy's teeths tonight.