There ain't no new kind of dollar.

Give a lot of new folks a chance.

...in the attractive resort town of Ramsdale, New Hampshire.

Careful not to spill everything. I don't get the meaning of this walk.

Of course, you can't hurt it now that it's been walked into so much.

What say you I teach you some of the new steps?

Buying expensive gasoline for that fancy truck instead of walking a paltry eight or ten miles.

Ain't everybody take a chance on a new fella nobody ever heard of.

I can hit a new lady out of the nest without budging a hand.

I got this great new act that's gonna make me the sensation of show business.

Now, ain't nobody going nowhere or do nothing till I am dead for certain convinced that Mr. Drysdale has turned against us and he's trying to get himself rid of us.

You'll be on radio, television, flown to New York for a ticker tape parade, then on to Washington to meet the president, address a joint session of Congress.

I know it don't sound like much, but Mr. Brewster seemed to set great store by the fact he's gonna pay me in some new kind of dollar.

Things have come to a sorry state when a man can't shave his face and comb his hair without his family cackling like a bunch of chickens at a new worm.