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The Fatal Glass of Beer (1933) Poster

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Pa Snavely: And it ain't a fit night out for man or beast.

[a gust of wind blows a blast of snow into his face]

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Pa Snavely: I think I'll go out and milk the elk.

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Ma Snavely: He wants more money and if he don't get it, he'll take our malamutes.

Pa Snavely: He won't take old Balto, my lead dog.

Ma Snavely: Why not, Pa?

Pa Snavely: 'Cause I et him.

Ma Snavely: You *et* him?

Pa Snavely: He was mighty good with mustard.

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Pa Snavely: My Uncle Ichabod said, speakin' of the city, "It ain't no place for women gals, but pretty men go thar."

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Pa Snavely: [trying to play moose horn] My old embouchure ain't what it used to be.

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Chester Snavely - Their Son: I feel so tired, I think I'll go to bed.

Pa Snavely: Why don't you lie down and take a little rest first, Chester?

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Pa Snavely: [gagging on the snow] Tastes more like corn flakes.

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Pa Snavely: Sure he never stole 'em! Our Chester never stole nothin', from nobody - hardly ever.

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Pa Snavely: [to a Canadian Mountie who just walked in from a blizzard covered with snow] Is it still snowing?

Officer Posthlewhistle: I don't know. To tell you the truth, I never looked.

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[first lines]

Pa Snavely: [knock at the door] Who's thar?

Officer Posthlewhistle: Officer Posthlewhistle of the the Canadian Mounted.

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Indian Chief: How, Mr. Snavely.

Pa Snavely: How, Chief.

Second Indian Chief: How.

Pa Snavely: And how. Vamoose!

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Pa Snavely: [pulls out a "dulcimer" from a chest] You won't consider me rude if I play with my mitts on, will you?

Officer Posthlewhistle: Not at all, Mr. Snavely, not at all.

Pa Snavely: [singing] There was once a poor boy / And he left his country home / And he came to the city to look for work / He promised his ma and pa / He would lead a civilized life / And always shun the fatal curse of drink / Once in the city / He got a situation in a quarry / And there he made the acquaintance of some college students / He little thought they were demons / For they wore the best of clothes / But the clothes do not always make the gentleman / So they tempted him to drink / And they said he was a cow'rd / Until at last he took the fatal glass of beer / When he found what he'd done / He dashed the glass upon the floor / And he staggered through the door with delirium tremens / Once upon the sidewalk / He met a Salvation Army girl / And wickedly he broke her tambourine / All she said was, "Heaven bless you" / And placed a mark upon his brow / With a kick she'd learned before she had been saved / Now, as a moral to young men / Who come down to the city / Don't go 'round breaking people's tambourines.

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Ma Snavely: Don't forget your moose horn, Pa.

Pa Snavely: Thank ya, Ma.

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Pa Snavely: Welcome home, Chester.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Thank ya, Pa.

Pa Snavely: But I don't suppose we'll have him with us long. Once the city, gets into a ba-hoy's sy-histem, he looses h-his a-hankerin', for the ca-huntry.

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Chester Snavely - Their Son: Well, good night, Pa.

Pa Snavely: Good night, Chester.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Good night, Ma.

Ma Snavely: Good night, Chester.

Pa Snavely: Sleep well, Chester.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Thank you, Pa. You too.

Pa Snavely: Thank you, Chester.

Ma Snavely: Sleep well, Chester.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Thank you, Ma. You sleep well.

Pa Snavely: Don't forget to open the window a bit, Chester.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Don't forget to open yours a bit, Pa.

Pa Snavely: I won't Chester.

Ma Snavely: Yes, don't forget to open your window a bit, Chester.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Put yours up a bit too, Ma.

Pa Snavely: Good night, Chester.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Good night, Pa.

Ma Snavely: Good night, Chester.

Pa Snavely: Good night.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Good night, Pa.

Ma Snavely: Good night.

Chester Snavely - Their Son: Good night.

Pa Snavely: Good night! Chester.

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