Vat is it you vant ?" "And you own this store ?" "And I own dis store.

Didn't you see de sign ven you come in ?" The man's manner and cock-sure air were beginning to nettle him.
"I might, and then again, I mightn't," Pickert retorted, relaxing into his usual swaggering tone.

"I'm not looking for signs.

I'm looking for a piece of lace, a mantilla they call it, that disappeared a few days ago from Rosenthal's up here on Third Avenue--a kind of shawl with a frill around it--and I thought you might have run across it." Otto looked at him over the tops of his glasses, his anger increasing as he noticed the man's scowl of suspicion.

"Oh, dot's it, is it?
Dot's vat you come for.