I sit in the chairs; they squat on the rugs.

We talk about rubies and sapphires as if they were peanuts.

Occasionally we talk about our neighbours.
Shall I make three mint juleps?
Here, Selim! The ice, the mint and the straws--and the bottles.

Sit down, gentlemen.

This is the American bar that Baedeker tells you about--the one you've searched all over Europe for, I daresay." "Reminds me of home, just a little bit," said Britt, as the tall glasses were set before them.