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

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

Hang 'em first, try 'em later.

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

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

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

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