"How did I know that all these apple-knockers had been filled up with Sykes's Magic Remedy only two weeks ago?
I may have been a spiritualistic medium in my time now and then," he says, "and a mind reader, too, but I'm no prophet." "I ain't talking about the business, Doc, and you know it," says Looey.
"We'd be all right and have our horses and wagon now if you'd only stuck to business and not got us into that poker game.

Talk about suckers! Doc, for a man that has skinned as many of 'em as you have, you're the worst sucker yourself I ever saw." The doctor, he cusses the poker game and country towns and medicine shows and the hull creation and says he is so disgusted with life he guesses he'll go and be a preacher or a bearded lady in a sideshow.

But Looey, he don't cheer up none.

He says: "All right, Doc, but it's no use talking.

You can TALK all right.