"I think everything's bully, and I'm as hungry as a bear.

Pass the beans, Perry.

Got any more tea out there, cook ?" "Yes, but I'm steward and not cook," replied Ossie, arising from his camp-stool and stepping into the galley.

"Hand over the bread plate, someone, and I'll cut some more.

Bet you it's going to cost us something for grub, fellows!" "Well," responded Han, "I'd rather go broke that way than some others.
What kind of tea is this, Ossie ?" "Ceylon.