Said you bought sass'p'rilla and all kind of truck.

He was afraid you had fever and was out of your head, cruisin round in the rain with no umbrella.

The gang weren't talkin' of nothin' else, so me and Bailey thought we'd come right down." "That's kind of you, I'm sure.

Take your things off and set down.

No, I'm sorry to disappoint Smalley and the rest, but I'm able to be up and--er--make my own bed, thank you.