You know, waitress, I've finally figured out what is wrong with you.
Have you now?
You do not know how to have fun. There. So, what do you have to say?
Thank you. 'Cause I figured out what your problem is, too.
I'm too wonderful? [a branch hits him]
No. You're a no-account, philanderin', lazy bump on the log!
What did you say?
Nothing. [fake cough] Stick-in-the-mud!
Listen here, Mister. This "stick-in-the-mud" has had to work two jobs her whole life while you've been suckin' on a silver spoon, chasing chambermaids 'round your ivory tower!
Actually, it's polished marble.