The Fatal Glass of Beer (1933) 6.9

Mr. Snavely: Once the city gets into a ba-hoy's sa-histem, he a-loses his a-hankerin', for the ca-huntry. Mr. Snavely: I think I'll go milk the elk. Mrs. Snavely: He wants more money and if he don't get it, he'll take our malamutes. Mr. Snavely: He won't take old Balto, my lead dog. Mrs. Snavely: Why not, Pa? Mr. Snavely: 'Cause I et him. Mrs. Snavely: You ET him? Mr. Snavely: He was mighty good with mustard. Mr. Snavely: And it ain't a fit night out for man nor beast. Mr. Snavely: [trying to play the bugle] The cold has affected my embouchure. Chester: I feel so tired, I think I'll go to bed. Mr. Snavely: Why don't you lie down and take a little rest first, Chester? Mr. Snavely: My Uncle Ichabod said, speakin' of the city, "It ain't no place for a woman, gal, but pretty men go thar."