- Don Wilson: [at the lunch counter] Oh, waitress, waitress! Miss, may we have some menus, please?
- Abby - Waitress: We ain't got any.
- Jack Benny: No menus? Then how do we know what to order?
- Abby - Waitress: [pulls up sleeve] It's tattooed on my arm.
- Jack Benny: Well, what happens when they change the bill of fare?
- Abby - Waitress: It hurts! What do you think?