You've got the advantage of me.

I never saw you before as I know of." "I am Tom Carver, at your service." "Glad to know you.

Where do you live?
Maybe your wife would like some tinware this mornin' ?" said Abner, relaxing his gaunt features into a smile.
"She didn't say anything about it when I came out," said Tom, entering into the joke.
"Maybe you'd like a tin-dipper for your youngest boy ?" "Maybe I would, if you've got any to give away." "I see you've cut your eye-teeth.

Is there anything else I can do for you?
I'm in for a trade." "I don't know, unless I sell myself for rags." "Anything for a trade.

I'll give you two cents a pound." "That's too cheap.