"I'll be the bean, you be the..."

  The sister said it to her brother as a fifth attempt to get him to finish a sentence.  Others broke down and clued, (i)po, po, po(i).  "Pole?" The brother asked foggily.  People around him nodded (i)improvement(i).  Then he sat up and rubbed his shin and asked, "Or are you tawkin' 'bout the shicken shester? Po Folkses shicken?" 

  "He's okay," and "He's fine," were both the snapshot.  Dropping in and on the move.  "Only back up plan we need?" 

  Hands reaching for "the good stuff", each other's hands.