advertisement Motorcycle cop: You certainly led me a merry chase! Gracie Downey: Oh, thank you officer, and a merry chase to you too! George: ah, officer... Motorcycle cop: Going 60 miles an hour. Gracie Downey: Oh, were you? So were we! George: listen, officer... Motorcycle cop: What's your name? Gracie Downey: Gracie Downey. What's yours? Motorcycle cop: Patrick Mc... wait a minute! Gracie Downey: Oh, Patrick McWaitaminute. What a pretty name. How is Mrs. McWaitaminute? and all the little McWaitaseconds? Motorcycle cop: Say, are you trying to kid me? Gracie Downey: Oh, George, the officer wants you to kid him. You're a good kidder. Say something to him. George: Listen officer, can't we talk this over? You know, I've got an uncle who's a motorcycle cop. Gracie Downey: Yeah, and he's handsome too, just like you. Motorcycle cop: Oh. Flattery, eh? Gracie Downey: No, O'Flanagan. Gracie Downey: Turnabout is foul play! George: Yeah, and if they don't hang me on Monday, its because they hung me on Sunday! George: Gracie, you talk like an imbecile! Gracie Downey: George, you flatter me. Beggar: Buy a pencil? Violet Downey: I got nothin' to write home about. George: Listen, officer, can we talk this over? You know, I've got an uncle who's a traffic cop. Gracie Downey: Yeah, he's handsome too, just like you. Motorcycle cop: oh, flattery, eh? Gracie Downey: No, O'Flanagan.