Director: "Take one!"
Billy: "Howdy, laydees! Lookitcher mayan! Nayow back at may. Nayow backatcher mayan. Now back to may. Sadly, he ain't may, but if he stopped usin' ladies scented body wawsh and switched t' possum urine, he c'd smell lahk he’s may. Look dayown, back up, where you at? You's on a fishin' boat with the mayan yer mayan c'd smell lahk. Wha's over yonder in yer hayand, back at may. Ah git it, it’s a jug a' my fahnest hooch with them teef y'all lost last coon hunt'n seasin. Dang near anything's c'n happen when yer mayan smells like possum urine and not a pansy. I'm on a pahl a' wood! Yeehawwwwwwwwww!"
Producer: "My office! Casting meeting! Now!"