Dusty Dolittle—Shocked! Why, I didn’t know which way to turn.
Where are you living now?
Up in the tenth story of a brick building.
Have you got any children?
No, the elevator is broke, and we can’t raise them.
“See here, waiter! Do you call that roast beef? It’s nothing but cow-hide!”
“What do you expect for a twenty-five cent dinner? Morocco?”