Drown in a vat of whiskey. Death, where is thy sting?

This scene's supposed to be in a saloon but the censor cut it out. It'll play just as well this way.

This script is an insult to a man's intelligence. Even mine.

I fell out of an airplane whilst trying to retrieve a bottle of golden nectar. And lyin' in on the pinnacle of yonder rock, where is domiciled a vision of loveliness, if ever there was one. And her mother, a buzzard if ever there was one.

Yeah? Well, she seems to have a kind heart, too. Maybe you could induce her to come down and talk turkey, to warn her he really loves her and has her interests at heart. She seemed like an awfully nice woman to me. Now, that I come to think of it.