He took an ug at's meht.

...a wise old lady exclaimed, Why Mrs. M. warn't you orful skeerd wunst when you seed a dog fight? … an that ere big yaller dog bit orf your baby's hand that minit; in cors he dun it, so now that settles it.

The man who has gone around the cocktail circuit pounding cheerios to the end of time did not come in here and open his mouth once on the Bill.

We were going so fast that the collision was inevitable.