[Everybody has just spotted Rev. Hill returning to church with only his britches missing]
Bette Sims:
How come he doesn't have any pants on?
Mrs. Vicki Sims:
Well, we - we don't know why, we - we don't question why.
Bette Sims:
Why don't we? Did we also posed that daddy has pants on, when he doesn't?
Mrs. Vicki Sims:
[sappy-like] Mm-hmm, Yeah.
Claire:
If you loose, does the treasury department give you back your money?
Ticket Giver:
[through a head-hole in a walk-up counter] I thought so. Here's your order, lady.
[throws a handfull of flowers at her]
Ticket Giver:
And next time, take your business someplace else!
Mrs. Rose Rafferty:
Did you have to wear that? We look like the Sabobsy twins.
Mrs. Vicki Sims:
[spotting Cleo in the same outfit as them] Or triplets.
Rev. Michael Hill:
[over $1,206 of the church] I want that money back, and if I don't get it, I will go straight to the police.
Harry the Hat:
Now we don't want any trouble.
Jane:
I'd like to stick it to 'em good!
[in a saloon, Jane and Marv Fogleman "Chief T-Man" are in there, and Jane is disguised silly like a saloon girl. Howard "Jane's fiancé" and his mother just arrive.]
Howard Carlisle:
Jane!
Jane:
Howard!
Howard Carlisle:
What on Earth are you doing in here?
Jane:
I'm just having a little refreshment.
Mother Carlisle:
Oh, is that what they call it these days? Ask her who the man is, Howard.
Howard Carlisle:
Who---
Jane:
Howard, I'll call you later.
Mother Carlisle:
Ask her who the man is, Howard!
Jane:
Howard---
[Howard's mom pokes him, still forcing him to ask it]
Howard Carlisle:
Who is that man?!
Jane:
He's just a guy. He bought me a drink, now is that a crime?
Mother Carlisle:
See, I told you she wasn't right for you, in the first place.
Howard Carlisle:
Yes, Mother.
[at the gambling counter, Mrs. Rose Rafferty, Vicki Sims, and Cleo Jackson are all there disguised]
Big Chin, the Food Stand Operator:
What'll it be?
All Girls:
Coffee.
Mrs. Rose Rafferty:
[gambling] And, try on 2-6- My horoscope says that even numbers are going to be very lucky for me today.
Mrs. Rose Rafferty:
Delaney told me it was a blank tape...
Mrs. Vicki Sims:
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Mrs. Rafferty, we're very fortunate we're not dead. After all, we don't even look like gamblers.
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Mrs. Rose Rafferty:
[pointing to the inside of her trench coat] Look, I've got a tape recorder.
Mrs. Vicki Sims:
Is it on?
Mrs. Rose Rafferty:
No.
Mrs. Vicki Sims:
Well, why don't you have it on, so it'll be running when we make the bet.
Mrs. Rose Rafferty:
Good idea.
[reaches in and try to turn the "record" button on, but accidentally pushes a different one, which makes it give off a rewinding sound, which brings attention to the Food-Stand Operator]
Mrs. Vicki Sims:
No, not that way. That's reverse.
Sam the Tailor:
Hold it! Your pants.
Rev. Michael Hill:
What?
Sam the Tailor:
[points to a sign behind him and reads it out] "Pants Pressed While 'U Wait." That's part of my deal with Harry.
Rev. Michael Hill:
But all I want to do is talk to him.
Sam the Tailor:
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