Flying High

Sport:
Let's Incorporate! Or, do you want me to go back on the open market?

Eileen:
Well, I couldn't become a stockholder right now.

Sport:
Then take an option on me for 30 days.

Eileen:
What's the price?

Sport:
A kiss.

Eileen:
Sorry, but when I make that kind of a deposit, I want to own the stock out right. Goodbye...

Pansy:
I'm going up to a lumber camp and marry a chef.

Sport:
What? You're going to a lumber camp? And get yourself all full of splinters?

Pansy:
Well if I do I can always get myself a woodpecker.

Doctor Brown:
Your physical condition is your apprenticeship. My order as physician is to strip.

Chorus Girl:
Hooray! We gotta strip!

Doctor Brown:
For somersaults and tailspins I have to test your nerves. I must see just how good you are on curves.

Chorus Girl:
Oh, we're very good on curves.

Pansy:
Oh Rusty, here I am, all dressed up and no place to go. Nobody loves me. Oh, why was I ever born?

Rusty:
Well, everybody makes mistakes.