Yawcumbaknow, hear?

I recently went back to Bonham for a weekend of rest and to reassure my cats that I have not abandoned them like yesterday's garbage. Bonham is a typical small town, which means those who have been there for several years have issues with their speech. I went to get my State Inspection Sticker renewed at a local garage, and after he moved several tractor wheels out of the way, this is the conversation I had with the mechanic:

Man: "Yep, tecker plum dun woor et on yeh?" (Translation: "So, your Inspection sticker is expired?")

Me: "Ummm. Yessir."

Man: "Alriiight, lit me sah-ee. Will, how mat yeh go bout start'n er up?" (Translation: "Do you have the keys?")

Me: "Ummm. Yessir."

Man: "So, all dose fency bills 'n' whistles werk'n fer yeh?" (Translation: "Is everything in your car working properly?")

Me: "Ummm. Yessir."

Man: "G'deal. Limme just ta-eek dayon sum numb'rs heah." (Translation: "After checking everything out, it looks like your car is in pretty good shape. I need to write down some registration numbers, and you should be good to go."

Me: "Ummmm. Yessir."

Man: "Kay, cum to 'bout tweve big wuns and fitty cints. We do 'perciate yeh." (Translation: "Your total is $12.50. Thanks for coming by.")

Me: "Ummmm. Yessir."