Me an' Scabby Doyle gotted in trouble today acause we was ' fightin' 'bout who bees handsomest. Scabby thunk what he bees handsomer 'an me, so I tole him, ya don't bees called Scabby acause you's a movie star, ya know, Scabby. He beed arguin' what Scabby ain't even his real name; an' then Momma hollered, boys! Stop yous bickerin'! Which, I has never heared Momma swear like that a front a my friends; but we shutted up all right. An' then guess what we heared? Scabby's Momma. Callin', Scabby, Scabby Doyle; come on home for dinner now. Well, if yous own Momma gonna call you Scabby, prawly everbody gonna knows who bees the handsomest boy. Looks like I winned that bick. Plus, I's handsome.