Eggs are done. Pancakes are warmin’ in the oven. You can fight me on “Are we gonna stay the night?” Or you and the kid can grab a plate and see why they call me “The Breakfast King of Loyola.”

Hold on now. We’re allies, like Hô Chí Minh and the Red Chinese.

This kind of thing didn’t work in Westerns and it’s not gonna work tonight.

Outta my way, tool of the state, for I am come to comfort and counsel my client, even as you seek to prison him.

You ask me how come I buy all these magazines? I’m livin’ in a museum of the past.