|Title||So Long, Suckers!|
|Date||December the 30th, 1958|
Transcript: Ryan's minefield is well laid out, I'll grant him that. But what security system made that ain't got a hole or two in it? If I was takin' book down at Fort Frolic, I wouldn't like my odds. If I jig left when I should go right, there ain't gonna be enough bits a' me left to set a crab's table.