None of that, Sugar. No guy is worth it.
It's me, Sugar!
I feel a funny sensation in my toes. Like someone is barbecuing them over a fire.
Joe: What are you worried about? This job is going to last a long time.Jerry: Well, suppose it doesn't?Joe: Jerry, boy, why do you have to paint everything so black? Suppose you got hit by a truck. Suppose the stock market crashes. Suppose Mary Pickford divorces Douglas Fairbanks. Suppose the Dodgers leave Brooklyn!Jerry: Joe...?Joe: Suppose Lake Michigan overflows.Jerry: Well, don't look now, but the whole town is underwater!