Years ago I worked in Denver with an ol' boy from Little Rock and another fella from Chicago.  A beautiful young woman came into the store in a tight-fitting red, knit dress.  Man, she was workin' it as she sashayed down the aisle.

John from Little Rock just watched her and remarked, "Looks like a tote sack full of bobcats, don't it?"

To which Dave from Chicago responded, "Gimme a hint!  Is that good?"

While hunting in South Carolina some years back I was remarking to one of the plantation hands.  You see on the way down I was stopped by a lady police officer (NY plates y'know) and at the lodge my license was checked by a black game warden.

I mentioned to the feller, "Rufus, the South sure has changed"

He spit out a stream of Levi Garrett and said,

"Boy, and not fo' the betta'

"Can I get that fried?"

"God bless your/their/his/her heart."

"Kleen 'em n 'fry 'em"