Stella Clayton: Hughie, where are you boys goin' at this hour with all that booze?
Hughie Peyton: (grunts an unintelligible response)
Stella Clayton: Don't you work any more Hughie Peyton?
Charlie Miller: His wife give 'im a few days off.
Stella Clayton: Aw hell.
Hughie Peyton: That Stella can really pack a pair of Levis, can't she?
Charlie Miller: I like it.
(shouting as they pull away in their boat)
Charlie Miller: Hey Stella, just put it on my tab...
Stella Clayton: I swear those boys were behind the door when when brains were passed out.