Some were beggars, some were kings, and some were masters of the arts. But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts.

I got girls that can cook, I got girls that can clean, I got girls that'll do anything between.

We make our own whiskey and our own smoke, too. Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do.

It's all over but the crying.

Now if you shoot someone, sir, you can get off Scott free. It's the latest thing Mr. Lincoln, can you believe?

Have pity on a dinosaur.

It was only his fifth offense, and this time he's killed someone.