I've got to be there.

Take your jackknife and cut what won't come loose.

Really, I mean it, Mr.Imsen." "I was under the impression that my name is Grant--to friends." "My name is 'Dennis,' if I don't beat that freight," she retorted curtly.

"Take your knife and give me a hair cut--quick! I can do it a different way, and cover up the place." "Oh, all right--but it's a shame to leave a nice bunch of hair like this hanging on a bush." "Tell me, what were you doing up here, Grant?
And what are you going to do now?
We haven't much time, and we've been fooling when we should have been discussing 'ways and means.'" "Well, I got up early, and someone took a shot at me again.

This time he clipped my hat-brim." He took off his hat, and showed her where the brim had a jagged tear half an inch deep.