- Sam: Hey, where you fellas off to?
- Festus: Were fixin' to go out and shoot us a mess of prairie chickens for supper.
- Sam: Mmm, I haven't had a good prairie chicken dinner in I don't know when.
- Festus: You ain't? Well Sam, I tell you what you do. You just set your mouth, get you bib on, stoke-up the fire, cause were fixin' to have us a prairie chicken supper.