The rate is five cents." "Well--but--damn you, I'm under contract to deliver.

What am I going to do?
Why, you told me--you promised me a two-cent rate." "I don't remember it," said the clerk.

"I don't know anything about that.

But I know this; I know that hops have gone up.

I know the German crop was a failure and that the crop in New York wasn't worth the hauling.