Ed Hatch:
Joe Skipapoulos, the ponderous pachyderm of grunt and groan, the Greek Hercules, is the next heavyweight champion of the world!

Shiner Ward:
Listen, if you're so hard up, try talkin' to yourself.

Joe Skopapoulos:
I did, but I couldn't get no answers.

Mrs. Davis:
My, you oughta see all them clothes she's got. Would you believe it - three pairs of shoes!

Sadie Horn:
Say, mister! Who in the name o' Jerusalem air ye, anyway?

Joe Skopapoulos:
Joe Skopapoulos.

Sadie Horn:
Huh?

Joe Skopapoulos:
Skopapoulos! Skopapoulos!

Sadie Horn:
Wut air ye? Eyetalian?

Joe Skopapoulos:
Naw, I'm of Greek accent.

Sadie Horn:
Wal, shuck my corn!

Joe Skopapoulos:
Hey, is your old man home?

Sadie Horn:
Haw, last I seen o' him, he wuz goin' out possum huntin'.

Joe Skopapoulos:
Ain't he liable to come in any minute?

Sadie Horn:
I don't reckon. That wuz eleven years ago.

Ollie Davis:
Wal I'll be a plumb catawumpus!