Hank: Well, if it isn't my old friend, Beau Brummell Millhouse. Where did you get that or-chid?
Frog Millhouse: That's a night-blooming cryptogram - far rarer than any orchid.
Hank: What's so rare about it?
Frog Millhouse: (The "orchid" squirts water all over Hank) Introducing my new sideline of tricks, jokes and novelties. Buy some?
Hank: You got any explosive cigars?
Frog Millhouse: Here it is. Lights like a perfecto, goes off like a torpedo and it's only two bits!

[Gene and Frog enter a bar pretending to be murderous outlaws]
Bartender: What'll it be, strangers?
Frog Millhouse: I'd like a glass of milk.
Gene Autry: [elbows Frog] Aw, he's always kidding. We'll drink whiskey straight and wash it down with lye.