Man on the Flying Trapeze

Ambrose Wolfinger:
The more haste the less speed.

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.

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] 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:
Sweetheart, I take an oath on your poor mother's grave. I never saw the wrestling matches this afternoon. Things happened!

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.