"'Him an' Granma sleeps in the barn. They got to get up so much in the night. They was stumblin' over the little fellas.' (Chapter 8, p. 75)
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"From outside across the yard came an ancient creaking bleat 'Pu-raise Gawd fur vittory! Pu-raise Gawd fur vittory!'
"Tom turned his head and grinned. 'Granma finally heard I'm home." (Chapter 8, pg 77--Audio: Ch. 8, part XI)
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"Behind him (Grandpa) hobbled Granma, who had survived only because she was as mean as her husband. She had held her own with a shrill ferocious religiosity that was as lecherous and as savage as anything Grampa could offer. Once after a meeting, while she was still speaking in tongues, she fired both barrels of a shotgun at her husband at her husband, ripping one of his buttocks nearly off, and after that he admired her and did not try to torture her as children torture bugs. As she walked she hiked her Mother Hubbard up to her knees, and she bleated her shrill terrible war cry: 'Pu-raise Gawd for vittory.'
(Chapter 8, page 78--Audio: Ch. 8-Part XI-2:22)