All obeyed / The wonted signal and superior voice / Of this great potentate.

MARIBEL: You can't cuss LANEY: I didn't cuss, I just said asswad.

You live until you die, and it doesn’t matter how you go; dead’s dead. So why carry on like a sackful of sick cats just because Herb Clutter got his throat cut?

The clarification of wine.