If you can't drop the Gin Palace, drop Miss Poppy Grace." "Poppy Grace?
She weighs about as much as a feather." "Drop her, drop her, all the same." "I can't.

She wouldn't drop.

She'd float." "Don't float with her." As he rose he spoke slowly and impressively.

"What you've got to do is to pull yourself together.

You can't afford to be dissolute, or even dissipated." Rickman looked hard at Jewdwine's boots.