Give a lift to a tomato, you expect her to be nice, don’t ya? After all, what kind of dames thumb rides, Sunday school teachers?

Life’s like a ball game. You gotta take a swing at whatever comes along before you wake up and find out it’s the ninth inning.

That’s life. Whichever way you turn, fate sticks out a foot to trip you.

Fate, or some mysterious force, can put the finger on you or me, for no good reason at all.

Give a lift to a tomato, you expect her to be nice, don’t ya? After all, what kind of dames thumb rides, Sunday school teachers?