Sheepmen are all right in their place--and hell's the place." "Peter!" said Stan.

"Such langwidge!" "Wallop! Wallop!" barked Peter, defiant and indignant.

"I will say wallop! Now you shut up whilst I go on with your sad history.

Son, you was afflicted some with five-card insomnia--and right off, when you first came, you had it fair shoved on you by people usually most disobligin'.
It wasn't just for your money; there was plenty could stack 'em higher than you could, and them fairly achin' to be fleeced, at that.

If your head hadn't been attached to your shoulders good and strong, if you hadn't figured to be about square, or maybe rectangular, you had a chance to be a poker fiend or a booze hoist." "You're spoofing me, old dear.