dialogue, dialogue, dialogue!

Otis B. Driftwood: Have you got any milk-fed chickens?
Waiter: Yes, sir.
Otis B. Driftwood: Well, squeeze the milk out of one and bring me a glass.

Henderson: You live here by yourself?
Otis B. Driftwood: Yes... just me and my memories.
Henderson: I see the table is set for four.
Otis B. Driftwood: That's nothing - my alarm clock is set for eight.

and two hard-boiled eggs!