Off wid de coat." Monty's coat came off in a jiffy and he stood shivering before the dumfounded robbers.
"We'll leave de coat at de next corner, pardner.

It's cold and you need it more'n we do.

You're de limit, you are.

So long.

Walk right straight ahead and don't yell." Brewster found his coat a few minutes later, and went whistling away into the night.