Hale: What's the matter, Bill, the sun get to you?
Hawks: No, just a touch of Charlie's cookin', that's all.
Hale: I'd give my right arm to know what's out there.
Wooster: Ain't Coop's arm enough for one day?
Burns: You think I ran into a trap?
Coop: It looks that way.
Shelby: I'm older than I look, Coop.
Wooster: I don't need much sleep. Not at my age.
Burns: Well, Mr. Smith, we weren't hurt too bad.
Coop: That was just a feel out, Lieutenant. The big show comes tomorrow.