And then won't you need a buryin' association to bury 'em?
I just guess yes.

That was the compliment to your good taste in skirts I was tryin' to come across with when Mary butted in." His glittering eyes rested for a moment in bantering triumph on Mary.
"Who says I'm squiffed?
Me?
Not on your life.

I'm seein' all things in a clear white light.

An' I see Bill there, my old friend Bill.

An' I don't see two Bills.