Why, I'd horse-whip you if I had a horse.

My brother thinks he's a chicken-We don't talk him out of it because we need the eggs

I worked my way up from nothing to a state of extreme poverty.

There's a man outside with a big black mustache. - Tell him I've got one.

Some day there will have to be some new rules established about name-calling. I don't mean the routine cursing that goes on between husband and wife, but the naming of defenseless, unsuspecting babies.

Wages? You want to be wage slaves? Answer me that! Of course not. What is it that makes wage slaves? Wages! I want you to be free. Strike off your chains! Strike up the band! Strike three you're out! Remember, there's nothing like Liberty, except Colliers and The Saturday Evening Post. Be free, now and forever. One and individual. One for all and all for me, and tea for two and six for a quarter.

You are going Uruguay, and I'm going my way