“Well boys, I guess we’re just gonna have to go in. Fix your bibs.”
“Whadaya think, Sheriff? Things gonna get messy?”
“Boys, when you’re a-starin down a barbecue outfit, and the ribs start flyin’ and the dip starts coming at you in bowlfuls — tomato-based, vinegar-based, it don’t matter none — it gets messy and then some.”
