A claims man is a doctor and a bloodhound and a cop and a judge and a jury...

A guy that walks into a good looking dame's front parlor and says: "Good afternoon, I sell accident insurance on husbands.

So I let her have it straight between the eyes.

Yes, he had. And I wanted a home. Why not?

Now, from the beginning...

So you go find the gas passer, and you have him premedicate this patient.

I, Francis MacKenzie Bledsoe, being of sound mind and body,