Jefferson Smith: What's your first name?Clarissa Saunders: Why?Jefferson Smith: Well, I, eh, everybody just calls you plain Saunders.Clarissa Saunders: Well, I also answer to whistles.
[Clarissa starts waving from the visitors gallery, and making hand signals]
So, you wanna be a Senator, huh? You're gonna build a camp on a little creek. See this? Deficiency Bill. Section number 40. A dam going up where you think your camp's going to be. Ever hear of it? Noooo! They read all about it in the Senate today. But, you weren't supposed to hear. That's why that ritzy dame took you in tow. That's why they sent you here in the first place! Because you don't know a dam from a bathtub. Go ahead! Be a Senator. Try and mess up Mr. Taylor's little graft. But, you can't. And you can't in nine million years! Go home! Don't stay around here making people feel sorry for you.
Jefferson Smith: Boy, you should have been there!Clarissa Saunders: I know, it was a wonderful party, and your suit went over big, and she looked beautiful, and when you left she said, "Thank you, Mr. Smith," but it was the way she said it, you nearly fell through the floor. Horseradish!
