Bubba: There’s a poop storm coming so you’d better get a water poop house.
Granny: [The Detective] might use them to put his nuts in. [Referring to little drawers for the garage]
Bubba: I have sweaty eyes. I’m not kidding [he seems mildly obsessed with his 'sweaty eyes' lately]
Bubba: I packed ranch in my lunch. Me: The new one? Bubba: No, the expired one.
Bubba: I’m going to wrap your present Me: my birthday isn’t for a month Bubba: Well I’m wrapping it. [exasperated tone]
