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Rh It's how old you look. It ain't what you got, It's what you can get away with." "Bring home the bacon. Put it over, shoot it across. Send 'em to the cleaners. What we want is results, results And damn the consequences. Sh. . . sh. . . . You can fix anything If you got the right fixers." "Kid each other, you cheap skates. Tell each other you're all to the mustard- You're the gravy." "Tell 'em, honey. Ain't it the truth, sweetheart? Watch your step. You said it. You said a mouthful. We're all a lot of damn fourflushers." "Hush baby! Shoot it, Shoot it all! Coo coo, coo coo " — This is one song of Chicago.