Now, if you will quit swearing, I will, and if you will be calm, so will I." Farnsworth felt the sly irony of this absurdly vicarious proposition.
Father Beret smiled with a kindly twinkle in his deep-set eyes.
"Well, if you don't use profane language, Father, there's no telling how much you think in expletives.

What is your opinion of a man who tumbles a poor, defenseless girl into prison and then refuses to let her be decently cared for?
How do you express yourself about him ?" "My son, men often do things of which they ought to be ashamed.

I heard of a young officer once who maltreated a little girl that he met at night in the street.

What evil he would have done, had not a passing kind-hearted man reminded him of his honor by a friendly punch in the ribs, I dare not surmise." "True, and your sarcasm goes home as hard as your fist did, Father.

I know that I've been a sad dog all my life.