Jerry. The State of Idaho is nothing but a bunch of mountains. I’ve traded it to the nation of Irish Poland for the Buzzard Islands.
Mr. Jones hands the treaty to Judge Fossile.
Fish [on his feet]. Judge Fossile, the people of Idaho——
Snooks. Treason! Treason! Set down, fella! You’re a subject of the nation of Irish Poland.
Jerry [pointing to Fish]. Those foreigners think they can run this country.
The other Senators shrink away from Fish.
Judge Fossile [to Fish]. If you want to speak as a citizen of the United States, you’ll have to take out naturalization papers.
Snooks. I won’t let him. I’m goin’ to take him with me. He’s part of our property.
He seizes the indignant Fish firmly by the arm and pins a large “Sold” badge to the lapel of his coat.
Doris [heartily]. Well, I’m certainly glad I didn’t marry a foreigner.