You ought to be tickled to death you're washed up with him. You're not so hard to look at....

Phroso: You ought to be tickled to death you're washed up with him. You're not so hard to look at. Give yourself a tumble. You'll make the grade. Your breaks is comin'.

Nobody does, most of the time. You ought to be tickled to death you're washed-up with him. You're not so hard to look at. Give yourself a tumble. You'll make the grade. - Your breaks is coming. - Coming? Gone, you mean. Now you'll sit there feeling sorry for yourself. No, I ain't. Don't you ever accuse me of that. All right. But one thing, don't go out filling your hide with booze, celebrating... 'cause fun what's got that way never done no one no good. Get me? I got you.