"I'm a tellin' ya Jake, it was a big one. Could a swallowed me whole."
"Yeah, sure Pete. Pull my other leg."
"I'm not kiddin'. I fought it for over an hour, nearly pulled me into the old Muddy."
"Whatever you say Pete."
"Dang nabbit! I've got that photograph around here somewheres. You just wait. You gonna be eaten them words."
"Well, while you're up would you get me another beer?"
"No I won't get you no beer! I want you sober when you see this photo of me with that...dang nabbit, where'd I put them photos? Mabel, you seen my photos of the fish?"
"What fish Pete?"
"You know exactly what fish I'm talkin' bout."
"Oh, ummmmm...aren't they in your drawer?"
"No they ain't in my drawer."
"Well, then I don't know. I really don't. That's the last place I saw them."
"I swear to you Jake, there's a picture of me with that fish. Huge thing."
"Uh huh."
"Here's your beer."
"Thanks. What's for dinner tonight?"
"What do you think?"