"Clip 'em out, Bill." "Don't cut the shirt," urged Monty.

"I'm going to a little supper and I don't like the idea of a punctured shirt-front." "I'll be as careful as I kin, mister.

There, I guess dat's all.

Shall I call a cab for you, sir ?" "No, thank you, I think I'll walk." "Well, just walk south a hundred steps without lookin' 'round er yellin' and you kin save your skin.

I guess you know what I mean, pardner." "I'm sure I do.