Let me have a dime, Washington, if you've got--ah, thanks.

Now clear out, Jerry, your complexion has brought on the twilight half an hour ahead of time.

Pretty fair joke--pretty fair.

Here he is, Polly! Washington's come, children! come now, don't eat him up--finish him in the house.

Welcome, my boy, to a mansion that is proud to shelter the son of the best man that walks on the ground.