“Since you have chosen to elect a man with a timber toe to succeed me, you may all go to hell and I will go to Texas.”
“You may all go to hell and I will go to Texas.”
“You can all go to hell; I will go to Texas”
“If I were someone else, I’d go along with you all. But since I’m what I am, lay off! Go to hell without me, Or let me go there by myself! Why do we have to go together?”
“Taxes and Texas—they have the same letters, but only one can go to hell.”
“I don't believe in God. And I certainly don't feel chosen.""I think you may be."I smiled dubiously. "Thank you.""It is not meant as a compliment. Hazard makes you elect. You cannot elect yourself.”