And it is a moron who gives advice to a horse's arse

Victoria:
The bourguignon was just a little tough. Waiter:
Maybe the way you are eating your jaws are getting tired. Toddy:
Speaking of overworked jaws, why don't you treat yours to a sabbatical and fetch me a wine list? Victoria:
[holding up a glass]
This is all they have. Toddy:
This? The last time I saw a specimen like this, they had to shoot the horse! Waiter:
[irritated]
How lucky can you get? In one evening a Rockefeller... and a Groucho Marx. Toddy:
Oh, they didn't shoot a real horse... just a costume with two waiters in it. Waiter:
I shall think of a sharp retort while I am getting your roast chicken. Toddy:
It's a wise man who knows when to throw in the towel. Waiter:
And it is a moron who gives advice to a horse's arse