Where's Marie?

That's Marie's car.

Keep talking, Marie.

I'll just up and quit!

Just weary.

Just needs a maw.

That's just the beginning.

I just answered that.

It sounded like the kitchen.

You can buy automobile tires, bed springs, chocolate sodas, but just let a doctor walk in like I done, and ask for a simple healing drug, like bull needle root and wahoo bark, and they look at you like you was some kind of a nut.

I just got two hands.

Ain't it like I've been saying, what would a grand lady like the Countess want with a rough old cob like me?

Well, now, that's more like it.

Just remember what I told you.

Just a year ago this time.

But... just let me say this.

Well, I just made a new batch.

Oh, I was just a-tonic-talking.

And just because you can't find medical supplies in Beverly Hill.

Give me a name like... Maria de Beauchamp.