"Well no wundah the boy ain't got good sense!....my, my, my...LAWD hab murcey! Gal! Sumpt-in' wrong which'cha! Whut did you go and do to yosef? What kind a mess did you git into?"
"You knew bedder! You know bedder ni!"
"Confess yo' sins dawthur! Confess yo' sins to the LAWD. He sho' tuh fagive you. He love you dawthur. You fell...cudden' git no lower Ah reckon."
"Ain't no pernt in you lying. You jest makin' sumpin' terrible worser."
"Ah thought I raised you bedder dan dat... I reckon I didn't."
"Do the best you kin dawthur...hold yersef up much as you can."
"GAWD still love ya'dough... He sho' do chile."
Remember; "Apart frum Christ you nuttin'."
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