Clarence: Say, "I'm going to be dead tomorrow cause I smoke".
Smoker: I hope so. I hate this life.
Him: Don't worry, Him get rid of sores.
(eats one of Wordsworth's sores)
Wordsworth: Him! Those are contagious.
Him: Contagiously delicious.
Him: Try some ranch dress-- I mean, ranch medicine.
Chauncey: This whole episode was a lie, a ripoff, a cheat, a scam, a con, a waste of your time!