Will you take my bet, even money ?" "No.

I don't bet." "Well, you needn't put a damper on me.

In fact, you can't.

Have you that last prescription of Dr.Foxton's handy?
My liver wants a tonic." The chemist thumbed a dog-eared volume, read an entry carefully, and retired to a dispensing counter in the rear of the shop.
"Shall I send it ?" came his voice.
"No.

I'll wait.