It's dangerous, 'specially now." "Coffee's good, isn't it?
Think there's poison in it ?" Byng asked with a contemptuous little laugh.

"Sugar--what ?" He pushed the great bowl of sugar over the polished table towards Barry.
"Oh, he makes you comfortable enough, but--" "But he makes you uncomfortable, Barry?
Well, we're bound to get on one another's nerves one way or another in this world when the east wind blows; and if it isn't the east wind, it's some other wind.

We're living on a planet which has to take the swipes of the universe, because it has permitted that corrupt, quarrelsome, and pernicious beast, man, to populate the hemispheres.

Krool is staying on with me, Barry." "We're in heavy seas, and we don't want any wreckers on the shore," was the moody and nervously indignant reply.
"Well, Krool's in the heavy seas, all right, too--with me." Barry Whalen persisted.

"We're in for complications, Byng.