Abe: {Come on, lucky seven! Poppa needs a new pair of spats. I want
some of that sweet, sweet Do Re Mi. Fat city, here I come!}
Apu: {Please throw the dice now, please, now.}
Abe: {Don't rush me! I have arthritis.}
Man: {Would the gentleman please roll the dice?}
Abe: {All right, all right, smart guy. Oh, for crying out loud, I
dropped one. Oh, now it's in my shoe. Ow! Ooh! Ow! Ooh!...}
-- No free drinks for _him_, "$pringfield"
