Ray: Your cousin May is dumb like a horse, or a dog or something.
Frenchy's Lawyer: You've lost it all, Frenchy. Or should I say, you've been swindled out of it all.
Frenchy: You mean I got...?
Frenchy's Lawyer: Nothing, Mrs. Winkler. You have nothing. No... no house, no bank account, just a couple of large, outstanding loans which we feel you can best deal with by filing for bankruptcy.
Frenchy: Bankruptcy? Bankruptcy? I'm not up to the B-words yet.
May Sloane: It was a really tragic story, because my husband, Otto, was dyslexic, and the only thing he could spell correctly was his name.
Ray: What are you, a stroke victim?
