Only the day before he had had a glass of wine with Coupeau.

You could speak to Coupeau about Salted-Mouth, otherwise Drink-without-Thirst; he would at once say: "He's a jolly dog!" Ah! that joker Coupeau! He was one of the right sort; he stood treat oftener than his turn.
"I'm awfully glad to know you're his missus," added he.
"He deserves to have a pretty wife.

Eh, Golden-Mug, madame is a fine woman, isn't she ?" He was becoming quite gallant, sidling up towards the laundress, who took hold of her basket and held it in front of her so as to keep him at a distance.

Goujet, annoyed and seeing that his comrade was joking because of his friendship for Gervaise, called out to him: "I say, lazybones, what about the forty millimetre bolts?
Do you think you're equal to them now that you've got your gullet full, you confounded guzzler ?" The blacksmith was alluding to an order for big bolts which necessitated two beaters at the anvil.
"I'm ready to start at this moment, big baby!" replied Salted-Mouth, otherwise Drink-without-Thirst.

"It sucks it's thumb and thinks itself a man.