'I'm coming.' 'Just a-goin' to begin,' said Sam, endeavouring to disengage himself.
'Now, Sir, start off!' 'Stop an instant, Sam,' gasped Mr.Winkle, clinging most affectionately to Mr.Weller.

'I find I've got a couple of coats at home that I don't want, Sam.

You may have them, Sam.' 'Thank'ee, Sir,' replied Mr.Weller.
'Never mind touching your hat, Sam,' said Mr.Winkle hastily.

'You needn't take your hand away to do that.

I meant to have given you five shillings this morning for a Christmas box, Sam.