Of all the queer collections of humans outside of a crazy asylum, it seemed to me this sanitarium was the cup winner. […] When you're well enough off so's you don't have to fret about anything but your heft or your diseases you begin to get queer, I suppose.

French girl ― a prostitute who offers fellatio

Jockey: My opinion's of little account, But I don't mind admitting, yer honour, I am not dead nuts on my mount.

Don't move an inch!