PHONSIE: Oh, she's went out to chase the can.
MOE REISS: And what is your name, my little man?
PHONSIE: Alphonso. Ain't that practically the limit?
MOE REISS: Alphonso? I once had a little boy named Alphonso, who might have been about your age.
PHONSIE: And what prevented him?
MOE REISS: (Sighs.) Alas, I lost him!
PHONSIE: That was awful careless of you. You oughtn't to have took him out without his chain. (Sniffs.)
MOE REISS: What's the matter with your nose?
PHONSIE: I have the glanders—and the heaves. I get all the horse diseases. Father was a race track tout.
MOE REISS: A race track tout? What is your last name?