"I believe you! Wonderful!" "It's a terrible thing, Joe; it ain't true." "What are you telling of, Pip ?" cried Joe, falling back in the greatest amazement.

"You don't mean to say it's--" "Yes I do; it's lies, Joe." "But not all of it?
Why sure you don't mean to say, Pip, that there was no black welwet co--ch ?" For, I stood shaking my head.

"But at least there was dogs, Pip?
Come, Pip," said Joe, persuasively, "if there warn't no weal-cutlets, at least there was dogs ?" "No, Joe." "A dog ?" said Joe.

"A puppy?
Come ?" "No, Joe, there was nothing at all of the kind." As I fixed my eyes hopelessly on Joe, Joe contemplated me in dismay.
"Pip, old chap! This won't do, old fellow! I say! Where do you expect to go to ?" "It's terrible, Joe; ain't it ?" "Terrible ?" cried Joe.

"Awful! What possessed you ?" "I don't know what possessed me, Joe," I replied, letting his shirt sleeve go, and sitting down in the ashes at his feet, hanging my head; "but I wish you hadn't taught me to call Knaves at cards Jacks; and I wish my boots weren't so thick nor my hands so coarse." And then I told Joe that I felt very miserable, and that I hadn't been able to explain myself to Mrs.Joe and Pumblechook, who were so rude to me, and that there had been a beautiful young lady at Miss Havisham's who was dreadfully proud, and that she had said I was common, and that I knew I was common, and that I wished I was not common, and that the lies had come of it somehow, though I didn't know how.
This was a case of metaphysics, at least as difficult for Joe to deal with as for me.