That's the one I'm talking about.

Have you ever been to one?

Has she ever been to one?

Well, this is lesson number one.

Well, I ain't never been to one.

I wouldn't be caught dead at one.

One...two... Mr. Drysdale, have a heart.

They're called Thing One and Thing Two.

One and Two would be more appropriate.

Well, her figure is one in a million.

If I pull this off, I deserve one.

I'm not one to pass on gossip, you know.

Why, she's liable to wind up at one of those Hollywood parties.

The one who's mad about Miss Hathaway works in a flour mill.

Tell me, did that Dash Riprock invite you to one of them Hollywood parties?

For one thing, the love scenes with young Rip Rock here are positively indecent.

Poor, sweet, innocent Ellie May can whip four of their kind with one hand tied behind her.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

Ellie is your daughter, and if you want her to become one of them Hollywood flibberdy gibbets, go ahead.

She ain't gonna become one of them Hollywood flibberdy gibbets, but it's about time she commence having a little fun, meeting some young fellas, getting asked out to dances and parties.