Wall-to-wall sawbones—surgeons, dermatologists, gynecologists, dickologists, ass-cancer-ologists, medical suppliers, pharmaceutical-company drug dealers, local real estate bandits, every kind of fuckin' nursing-home and Medicaid swindler ...

A chorus girl who dabbles in smuggling falls in with a pharmacist who is fleeing a charge of murder after he misfills a prescription.

I first grazed ponies on Padley in 1932 and my ponies are grazing there still. I take bracken for the garden, rushes to cover my potato clam, bean sticks for the garden and I expect I am one of the few who still cut vags (peat) on common land for fuel.

The whole audience was in tears at the end of the film.