Listen to me, listen to me! Think! Think!

Now, We-We can get through this thing all right.

He didn't save enough money to send Harry to school, let alone me.

Oh, don't do this to me. Please, Mary, help me.

Now we come to the real purpose of this meeting ...

Gives me a chance to tell you what I really think of your wife.

The last man I talked to before all this stuff started happening to me was Martini.

I — I wonder if-if it would be possible for you to give me twenty-four hours to think it over?

- Hey, Bert. Here he comes. - Come on, we got to get this up. He's coming.

It was a surprise to me. This is the new Mrs. Bailey, my nephew's wife.

Why did we have to live here in the first place and stay around this measly, crummy old town?