Watch your language, young feller, this is a public market. Now if you want Dapper Dan, I can order it for you, have it in a couple of weeks.
Say, uh, Cousin Big Will, I suppose it'd be the acme of foolishness to inquire if you had a hair net?
Well, I thought it should be the one with the capacity for abstract thought. But if that ain't the consensus opinion, hell let's put 'er to a vote.
...."four more years of nepitism, cronyism, rascalism. We gonna take the broom of reform and sweep this state clean!" "Aint that right litte man?" "He aint lyin'"
"I'll press your flesh, you dimwitted sumbitch! You don't tell your pappy how to court the electorate. We ain't one-at-a-timin' here. We're MASS communicating! "
Hey, mister! I don't mean to be tellin' tales out of school but there's a feller in there who'll pay you ten dollars if you sing into his can.
If we go gettin' our own midget we'll look like a buncha' johnny come latelies... no matter how stumpy.
