An' Casey's got this t' say: When yuh WANT hootch, it's hard t' find as free gold in granite.
When yuh DON'T want it, it's forced on yuh at the point of a gun.

This jug I stole--seein' your business is private, Mr.Nolan.
"I grabbed it off some fellers I knowed in Lund an' never had no use for, anyway.

They're mean enough when they're sober, an' when they're jagged they're not t' be mentioned on a Sunday.

I mighta paid 'em for it, but money's no good t' them fellers an' there's no call t' waste it.

So they made a holler and I sets the jug down an' licks them both, an' comes along home mindin' my own business.
"So I guess they 'phoned the sheriff in Vegas that here comes a bootlegger and land 'im quick.