Overheard conversation in the Harris car as we passed a sign in front of a church that read: HOT DOG DINNER THIS WEDNESDAY NIGHT, 7:30 PM.
Dena: Hot dog dinner… yuck.
Blair (in his best southern drawl): And on the 7th day, God made hot dogs and he saw that it was good.
Dena: Eat a wiener for God?
Blair: People will be lined up for it.
Dena: Get your ballpark franks!
Blair: Please. There are no ballpark franks going on at a church hot dog dinner.
Dena: Get your red-dye #5 dogs!
Blair: Thass right. We don’t go in for no high-falutin’ stuff ‘round he-ah.
Dena: I’m going to hold the vegetarian equivalent. “Eat some edamame for God.”
Blair: Woman, you may as well just send people straight to the devil.
I don't know... do you think we're in danger of becoming too cerebral?