Sing and Like It1934

T. Fenny Sylvester:
What the...? Gum! There's gum in the telephone. Gum in the lapels of me suits. I steps in it. I sits in it. I combs it out of me hair. The only place I don't find gum, you ain't been! Now, listen - I'm gettin' fed up. If you ain't exercisin' that pan of yours, yapping about a career, you're chewing gum! Now, get this straight - you ain't goin' on no stage! And if you get any more of that gum on me, so help me, I'll... What the...? [Gum] . Go on! Scram out of here before I run a temperature. I got an appointment to see some gentlemen.

Ruby:
You've only seen 12 gentlemen in your life - they was on a jury.