"... A letter, sir ... from the postmaster-general!"
"... And out of chute eleven comes ol' Picket Line."
"... And then this guy grabs me and tries to tie a letter to my legg!"
"... Big smile, shoulders back ... gives us that jaunty stride ... aw' right!"
".. Nothing that a fat pay raise won't cure"
"10 - 9 - 8 - 7 - 6..."
[41/2% wool pulled over his eyes.]
"A job! don't bother me with trifles ... here ... have a cigar!"
"A pilsner '78, sir..... very rare."
"A strike? That's when a minority group inconveniences the maximum amount of people, and getting a raise for doing it."