Mind you, I'm not talkin' against the English.

Some of the best men I ever met were English, and I've stood back to back with a British mate on a Genoa wharf when half of Italy was hoppin' around makin' proclamations that they was goin' to swallow us alive.

And, somehow or 'nother, they didn't.

Took with prophetic indigestion, maybe.
"However, this Englishman at Acapulco was diff'rent.

He was so swelled with importance that his back hollered in like Cape Cod Bay on the map.
His front bent out to correspond, though, so I cal'late he averaged up all right.