Black Legion1937

Frank Taylor:
How yuh doin', Ed?

Ed Jackson:
Oh, terrible! I feel like a drill was driving right through the top of my head.

Frank Taylor:
It might be a good idea to let out some of dat beer you slopped up last night.

Ed Jackson:
Aw, quit riding me, will yuh?

Frank Taylor:
Oh, I ain't even started on you yet. C'mon, let's eat.

Ed Jackson:
No, Frank, I couldn't.

Frank Taylor:
Oh, come on. Do you good. You gotta eat. [He snaps his finger] I got just the thing to straighten you out.

Ed Jackson:
Yeah? What is it?

Frank Taylor:
Some nice ice cold oatmeal smothered wid lard. [Frank taps Ed on the stomach and Ed winces]