(after saving a bus full of elderly people from falling off a cliff)
Four Arms: It's okay, everybody. Everything's all right now.
Harold: So you're not going to help us off, mister strong man guy? Who raised you, anyway?
Mildred: Oh, be a dear and carry me, would you? My bunions are killing me.
Edith: Your bunions my butt! My new hip's out of whack. I'm first!