Adolph Berg:
[after throwing Wolfinger to free himself from a wrestling hold] Did I hurt yuh?
Ambrose Wolfinger: How could you hurt anybody throwing them on their head?
[In pain]
Ambrose Wolfinger: Oh, dear! Oh. oh. oh!
Ambrose Wolfinger: How could you hurt anybody throwing them on their head?
[In pain]
Ambrose Wolfinger: Oh, dear! Oh. oh. oh!
Homicidal maniac in cell:
I had three wives.
Ambrose Wolfinger: Oh, yes.
Homicidal maniac in cell: But this is the first one I killed in all my life!
Ambrose Wolfinger: Oh, that's in your favor, yeah.
Homicidal maniac in cell: [Groans]
Ambrose Wolfinger: They have no more case against you than a sheep has against a butcher.
Ambrose Wolfinger: Oh, yes.
Homicidal maniac in cell: But this is the first one I killed in all my life!
Ambrose Wolfinger: Oh, that's in your favor, yeah.
Homicidal maniac in cell: [Groans]
Ambrose Wolfinger: They have no more case against you than a sheep has against a butcher.
Hope Wolfinger:
He stole that ticket out of your pocket. I despise him, Dad. The lazy, good-for-nothing, fat, overfed monkey!
Ambrose Wolfinger: He, uh, he isn't too fat.
Ambrose Wolfinger: He, uh, he isn't too fat.
Ambrose Wolfinger:
My poor mother-in-law died three days ago. I'm attending her funeral this afternoon.
Ambrose's Secretary: Isn't that terrible, Mr. Wolfinger!
Ambrose Wolfinger: Yes, it's terrible. It's awful. Horrible tragedy.
Ambrose's Secretary: It must be hard to lose your mother-in-law.
Ambrose Wolfinger: Yes it is, very hard. It's almost impossible.
Ambrose's Secretary: Isn't that terrible, Mr. Wolfinger!
Ambrose Wolfinger: Yes, it's terrible. It's awful. Horrible tragedy.
Ambrose's Secretary: It must be hard to lose your mother-in-law.
Ambrose Wolfinger: Yes it is, very hard. It's almost impossible.
Ambrose Wolfinger:
Sweetheart, I take an oath on your poor mother's grave. I never saw the wrestling matches this afternoon. Things happened!