Everett: Say...
Any of you boys smithies?
Or if not smithies per se,
Were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts
Aah! Before straitened circumstances
Forced you into a life of aimless wanderin'?
[train horn blows]
Jesus! Can't I count on you people?
Sorry, everett.
Well, all right.
If we take off through that bayou--
Pete: Wait a minute.
Who elected you leader of this outfit?
Well, pete, I figured it should be the one
With the capacity for abstract thought,
But if that ain't the consensus view,
Then hell, let's put it to a vote.
Suits me!
I'm votin' for yours truly.
Well, I'm votin' for yours truly, too.
Ok. I'm with you fellas.
