"You know, that brother Gooper of yours still cherises the illusion he took a great step up the social ladder when he married Mae Flynn of the no-neck Memphis Flynns -- because she was Queen of the Cotton Carnival. I can just see Gooper falling for Her Majesty, sitting on that brass throne, riding in that tacky float down Main Street, smiling and bowing and blowing kisses to all the trash on the street. You know what happened to her? Somebody spat tobacco juice in her face. That's right, some drunk at the Hotel Gayoso leaned out the window and said, 'Hey, hey Queenie, hey there, Queenie!', and sister Mae looked up and smiled and waved, and that drunk shot a squirt of tobacco juice -- pbbtt! -- right in her face! Ha!"
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