It's enough to make a dog sick.

There's nothing done that you don't do yourself, unless you stand over these loafers with a club.

I'm sick of the whole business--and I've lost my hat; wish to God I'd never dreamed of givin' this rotten fool dance.

Clutter the whole place up with a lot of feemales.

I sure did lose my presence of mind when I got THAT idea." Then, ignoring the fact that it was he, himself, who had called the young men to him, he added: "Well, this is my busy day.