- Max: John, do you see what I see?
- John - His Valet: Perfectly, sir. You're watching yourself in the mirror, but you look under-the-weather from last night.
- Max: I wouldn't have recognized myself.
- John - His Valet: I hope you don't see this as a sign of seven years bad luck, Sir! You'd better be careful getting about today, Sir.
- Max: [Posing as the Railroad Station Master, to the Black woman traveling to New Orleans] And it's free, honey child!