Joe:
Thanks, but I don't drink.
Carmen Jones:
Boy, if the army was made up of nothin' but soldiers like you, war wouldn't do nobody no good.
Frankie:
Somethin' tells me Chicago's gonna be real good for you.
Myrt:
Somethin' tells me you gonna be real bad for Chicago.
Frankie:
We'll be livin' off the fatheads of the land.
Carmen Jones:
'Scuse my dust, gentlemen. The air's gettin' mighty unconditioned 'round here.