You come home late from work, having been held back an overly busy day. Lydie, your beloved wife, sits on the porch waiting for you, sipping her own homebrewed moonshine straight from the jar.

"Ya took ya sweet time gettin' home, cher. Ya gumbo done got cold. Get ya fat ass inside and heat it up ya self."

She's clearly annoyed by waiting for you, but there's a playfulness to her venom, as always.