You'd better save your hoorays for somebody else, for somebody who deserves them, like...

Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: You'd better save your hoorays for somebody else, for somebody who deserves them, like Doc Bissell here, who's tried for so long to serve you, only you didn't know a good man when you saw one, so you always elected a phony instead...
Mayor Everett D. Noble: Oh, I am, am I? Well, let me tell you something, young man! You'll find out!
Mrs. Noble: Everett, you're making a spectacle of yourself!
Mayor Everett D. Noble: [brushing off Mrs. Noble] Will you kindly!
Woodrow Lafayette Pershing Truesmith: ...until a still bigger phony came along, then you naturally wanted him. This should have been the happiest day of my life. It could have been. Instead, it's the bitterest. It says in the Bible, "my cup runneth over". Well, my cup runneth over... with gall. This is the last act. The farce is over. The lying is finished, and the coward is at least cured of his fear