That auto won't be done this afternoon, and nobody expects it to be.

Here's my horse sufferin' to be shod; I want him shod and I've got the money to pay for it.

When it's winter time you're around cryin' that you can't earn money to pay your bills.

Now, just because it's summer and there's city big-bugs in the neighborhood innocent enough to let you tinker with their autos--though they'll never do it but once--I don't propose to be put off.

If you won't shoe this horse of mine I'll know it's because you've got so much money you don't need more.