What is it you want me to do?
Calm yourself, you white-livered maniac.

I gather that I am in some way to meddle with this mine.

If I but had your head for my very own along with the sand in my craw, I'd tell you to go to hell.

Having only brains enough to know what I am, I'm cursed by having to depend upon you.

Name your corpse! Come through!" "You shut your foul mouth and listen.