Old Lady With Flower Hat: Young man, don't you know you might fall and get hurt?
Bill, The Pal: Make this next floor faster. I'm having a little difficulty in ditching the cop.
Dept Store General Manager: The idea of working in your shirt sleeves! Think of the shock to your customers _ women of culture and refinement.
Harold - The Boy: Oh, pal _ She's just got to believe that I'm successful _ until I am.
Harold - The Boy: If it ain't Jim Taylor of Great Bend! You o-l-d rascal! How you have got on in the world -.
Bill, The Pal: Say, for five hundred dollars I'd climb to Heaven, an' hang by my heels from the pearly gates.
