You have two of the landlord's best 'sixpences' in the left pocket of your waistcoat at this moment." "Well, if you ain't a fair scorcher," the man gasped.
"What, you rascal, would you call me names ?" Brett writhed convulsively, and the waiter backed towards the door.
"No, sir, I was callin' no names.

We don't get too many perks--we waiters don't, sir.

I was out of bed until one o'clock and up again at six.

That's wot I call hard work, sir." "It is outrageous.

Take five cigars." "Thank you kindly, sir." "What kept you up till one o'clock ?" "Gossip, sir--just silly gossip.