Judge: Let me infawm you, suh, this is no smuggled stuff, suh. The essential ingredient is genuine old hand-made Clover Leaf ’59, Private Stock. (ladles it into glasses)
Jennings: No desert rat was ever thirstier.
Delacour: Save some for me, there!
Joe (sidles up with eager interest): Jes a drap fo de niggeh, Jedge, jes a drap. (as he gets it) Thank’ee, boss, thank’ee.
Jennings: Give us a toast, Bill.
All: A toast! A toast!
Porter (rising): Gentlemen: to the ten million mothers and fathers of families who are now occupied in filling stockings and decorating trees in this our Christmas nation! To the ten million little boys who have whispered a want, and are waiting in an ecstasy of anticipation! To the ten million little girls who have asked for a dolly, in a pink silk dress, one that shuts her eyes when you lay her down, and when you squeeze her, says “Mamma!” May they have their twenty million desires.
All: Hurrah! (they drink)
Jennings: That seems far off from the Ohio Pen, Bill.
Porter: Not so far as you may think, Colonel. It is the Day We Celebrate.