It must be the car. Chick’s always dig the car.
Betty, move to the back of the car.
You’re Betty’s father. You’re a high-ranking general.
He is most capable yet unpretentious. Unusual for a general.
Well, I’m my favorite General. I don’t want to be told that some second stringer is up against me; Then I lose face.
What do you do, Mr. Number Two?
I will not apologize for doing what needed to be done so that your loved ones could sleep peacefully at night.
The reason I sleep all day is because I can’t stand my life!
That slug never wants to meet any refined people.
Ladies and Gentlemen. I guess that takes in most of you. This is the opening of a new opera season, a season made possible by the generous checks of Mrs. Claypool. [Applause] I am sure the familiar strains of Verdi’s music will come back to you tonight, and Mrs. Claypool’s checks will probably come back in the morning. Tonight marks the American debut of Rodolfo Lassparri. [Applause] Senor Lassparri comes from a very famous family. His mother was a well known bass singer. And his father was the first man to stuff spaghetti with bicarbonate of soda, thus causing and curing indigestion at the same time. And now on with the opera. Let joy be unconfined. Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons and necking in the parlor.
You got everything you need? The chef cooked for you special, the dancers will kick your tongue out and your credit is good. Draw chips for everyone in the room so they can play on the house.
Everybody, chic or shoddy, everybody loves to dance.
The best things happen while you’re dancing.
On the clear understanding / That this kind of thing can happen, / Shall we dance? Shall we dance? Shall we dance?
Gotta dance! Gotta dance! Got-ta-dance!
I won’t dance – don’t ask me!
Hey, wait a second! It’s not fine! You can’t order someone not to take someone to the prom.
I’m your mother. It’s my job.
Let me ask you one thing. Do you think - after we’ve dried off, after we’ve spent lots more time together - you might agree not to marry me? And do you think not being married to me might maybe be something you could consider doing for the rest of your life?
When I was walking down the aisle, I was walking toward somebody who didn’t have any idea who I really was. And it was only half the other person’s fault, because I had done everything to convince him that I was exactly what he wanted. So it was good that I didn’t go through with it because it would have been a lie.