"You're growing a regular chrysanthemum for a top piece to your head." "Oh, my hair, eh ?" smiled Dick.

"Why, you can have as fine a lot of hair if you want to take the trouble." "Don't I want it, though ?" retorted Darrin.

"What kind of tonic do you use ?" "Grease," smiled Prescott.
"Nothing but grease ?" "Nothing much." "What kind of grease ?" "Elbow!" "Now, stop your joshing," ordered Dave promptly.

"No kind of muscular work is going to bring out a fuzzy rug like that on anyone's skypiece." "But that's just how I do it," Dick insisted.

"Not a bit hard, either.