"I got a letter from my brother Morrie and he's on vacation, this time from five to fifteen years. Looks like you got the bright one."
"If he's your brother, why not split the time with him. You could go on vacation for two and a half years."
"And him spend that time with you I guess?"
"Oh no. One is enough. He comes around here and he knows I have just the right size skillet to brain him one."
"And how did you know THAT, Missy?"
"Same one I used the other half a dozen times. He's molded it. I guess he says they got the wrong guy."
"Yep. He says that at the time of the robbery he and his friends were busy spreading the wealth around like the President wants. They were busy rearranging a few houses miles away."
"You mean, he's got a perfect alibi but can't use it?"
"You try to help your country get behind its President and look what it's got him! It's a sorry world, Myrtle"
"Well, my part of it is anyway."