I think I heard the phone in the kitchen.

Back talking sass in their elders.

Now get in on those clothes.

There's a tramp in this boxcar!

I ain't in no hurry if you ain't.

Granny, you never liked a puppy in your kitchen!

That ain't him, but it's a step in the right direction.

Winterfolk thinks her boy's coming in on a train today.

I'll have you back to a boy in no time.

I'm making $30,000 a week traveling in a private car, and he lets me get off the train without a dime in my pocket.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

Man, it's a long ride out here in one of these things.

I reckon Johnny will be riding in on the rods of our empty boxcar.

Oh, and speaking of that, I still ain't in no hurry if you ain't.

And I've got a contract to deliver you to the Hollywood Bowl in one piece.

Let his ma work her fingers to the bone for him, and ain't hardly wrote to her in two years.

My mother and I got on the train in Salt Lake City, but it's taken all this time to get back here to your car.

Listen, you gully jumper, you take away your echo chamber, the guy who plays the guitar for you, the ten-piece band, a quarter of a million dollars worth of publicity, and my brains, and you'll be back in the hills where I found you calling Hans.

That's the trouble with the young'uns today.

You're the greatest.