I find this corpse guilty of carrying a concealed weapon and I fine it $40.

You can't tell how good a man or a watermelon is 'til they get thumped.

Don't interfere with something that ain't bothering' you none.

And finally Winter, with its bitin', and whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.

Hang 'em first, try 'em later.

Spring with its wavin' green grass and heaps of sweet-smellin' flowers on every hill and in every dale.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.