"This here be one smart dog", Paulie told Sammy. "Watch this. Sit! Sit, dog! Sit!"

"Paulie, that there dog already be sittin'. What be so smart about this?"

"Wahl, he didn't stand up did he? That seem a bit smart to me."

"Huh? Why, if I was to shoot 'em, he'd roll over and play dead. Wahl, not play, he'd be dead. It'd be his last trick but it would be somepin' to see."

"What you mean, shoot mah dog. You shoot mah dog, I shoot yourn." Paulie was gettin' riled up some.

"Ha! I ain't got no dog. Ain't thet much a threat."

"Yea, maybe I shoot you wife. Not kill 'er just maim 'er a bit."

"Ha! Agin, ha! She was borned maimed. Iffen yah was to shoot her would make no difference no how. My wife's smarter that thet there dog, I'll tell ya."

"Yea, can she fetch?" Paulie was gettin more and more riled up.

"Danged tootin'. She fetches me mah supper and fetches me mah beer. Your dog do thet?"

"Wahl, no, he don't. Want to trade your wife for mah dog and, say, one a mah trucks?"

"Iffen it runs."

"You drive a hard bargain, Sammy. Must be somethin' wrong with your wife. This here dog don't be thet smart."

"Wahl, mah wife fetches mah supper like I says. Only, you can't hardly force it down. When she fetches mah beer, she drinks half of it first."

"You tried to con me. No deal."