You know me, Gilby.

You've been long enough with me for that." "You treat a man fair, Mr.Maitland, and I never kicked at your orders.
Ain't that so ?" Maitland nodded.
"But this young dude--" "'Dude'?
What do you mean, 'dude'?
He's no dude!" "Oh, he's so stuck on himself that he gives me the wearisome willies.
Look here, other folks has been to the war.

He needn't carry his chest like a blanked bay window." "Look here, Gilby, just quit swearing in this room." The cold blue eyes bored into Gilby's hot face.
"I beg pardon, sir.

It's a bad habit I've got, but that--that Tony Perrotte has got my goat and I'm through with him." "All right, Gilby.

If you don't like your job you know what you can do," said Maitland coldly.
"You mean I can quit ?" enquired Gilby hotly.
"I mean there's only one boss in these works, and that's me.