Bought the S.Q.R.?
Where did he get the stuff ?" "Stuff ?" "Dough, the dirt, the wherewithal, in short the currency, dad." "Barry, you are ruining your English," said his father.
"Yum-yum.

Bully! Did you notice that, dad?
I'm coming on, eh?
One thing I almost pray about, that I might become expert in slinging the modern jaw hash.

I'm appallingly correct in my forms of speech.

But go on, dad.
I'm throwing too much vocalisation myself.

You were telling me about Neil Fraser.