- Farina: Somebody's always making laws. Why don't they make a law to make a man happy instead of makin' laws that bust a guy all up?
- Farina: [praying] Dear Lord, I'm asking you somethin'. Stymie-Boy gets in a heap o' trouble. I don't think one guardian angel's gonna be enough to watch him, so if you all got extra one around, please put him on. And tell them angels to watch him at night, 'cause he kicks the covers off and gets the whoopee cough. And if he do get the whoopee cough, just rub his soul with coal oil and put fried onions on his chest, and I'll do the same for you sometime.
- The Parson: Well, how's the collection tonight, Farina?
- Farina: Well, there's plenty of buttons.
- The Parson: I don't see how dem folks keep their clothes up.