Mike Connor: Have you heard the story of a boy a girl, unrequited love?
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Sounds like pure soap opera.
Mike Connor: I may cry.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Tune in tomorrow.
Jim Hardy: For that kinda of money you oughta be able to go by way o' Medicine Hat.
Jim Hardy: Right now I've got the ledger in an iron lung.
Jim Hardy: I don't need a coat, now.
Ted Hanover: Then I had a drink.
Jim Hardy: A drink? Boy you were fractured.
Linda Mason: My father was a lot like you, just a man with a family. Never amounted to much, didn't care. But as long as he was alive, we always had plenty to eat and clothes to keep us warm.
Jim Hardy: Were you happy?
Linda Mason: Yes.
Jim Hardy: Then your father was a very successful man.
Jim Hardy: Lila's back in New York. I got a letter from her yesterday.
Ted Hanover: What happened to her millionaire?
Jim Hardy: Slight mistake there. He didn't own millions, he owed them.
Ted Hanover: Poor girl. Always straying to greener pastures and finding spinach.
Jim Hardy: What brings you here on this bright and uninviting day?
Turkey Jackson: Aunt Lucy. I can see her now, lying on her dying bed, looking at you with those big, trusting eyes. 'Before I go, Jeff, promise me one thing, ' she said. 'Promise me you'll always be a friend to little Orville, ' she said. 'No matter what happens, you'll never leave the little jerk, ' she said. 'Promise me, Jeff, promise me, ' she said.
Jeff Peters: Yeah, then she up and died before I had the chance to say no.
Turkey Jackson: How do you figure on paying for all this?
Jeff Peters: What are you, scared? You got red blood, ain't you?
Turkey Jackson: Yeah, but I don't want to get it all over strangers.
Jeff Peters: Go ahead, eat up, eat up son. I'll think of something.
Turkey Jackson: These guys don't monkey around, they got knives, they're liable to try and get the food back the hard way.
Jeff Peters: First chance we get, we better dash for the nearest exit.
Turkey Jackson: Yeah, but how about that guy's knife? We're gonna look silly stumbling outta here on a set of stumps.
Jeff Peters: We must storm the place.
Turkey Jackson: You storm. I'll stay here and drizzle.
Jeff Peters: Orville, where are you?
Turkey Jackson: Right over here, behind these goosepimples.
Turkey Jackson: I hope she didn't hear that. The dead have a way of coming back you know.
Jeff Peters: Get out, when they're dead they're dead.
Turkey Jackson: Not Aunt Lucy, she was a Republican.
Allen A. Dale: Mr. Booze! Mr. B-double-O-Z-E... don't ever choose.
Allen A. Dale: Oh boy! I'm a hood.
