Porter: That’s right, Judge, stand on your dignity.
Judge: You won’t wish me to fall below the standard of our banquet, suh. Punch is punch, or it is an affront, suh.
Jennings: Three cheers for Creole style. Make it red-hot.
Raidler: This was sure one feed!
Delacour: Gentlemen, if you could have seen the time Ah had gettin’ that turkey from the commissary clerk! “Do you think,” says he, “that turkeys are runnin’ wil’ in the state of Ohio?” Said Ah: “They appear to be flyin’ higher than any wil’ one on the top of the Alleghanies.”
Jennings: If you get to thinking what you paid for this bird, you’ll lose what you’ve swallowed.
Raidler: By God, it would be the first time a banker ever coughed up anything good since the days of the first pawn-broker. Who was he, Bill?
Porter: The founder of the Medici family, in fifteenth century Venice. The three balls were their family coat of arms.
Raidler (to Delacour): Hey, you old Medici, pass the raisins.
Delacour: Can it be you’re willin’ to eat what we provide?