If you can't think of anything smarter to do than that, you 'd better quit.

You had no business to turn a newspaper against a man who owns half of it without giving him a chance to get off the track.

You whistled, Morton, after you had pitched him and his side-bar buggy into the ditch and killed his horse." "But who had put him on the track?
I hadn't! He'd been running over the state for two years, to my knowledge, trying to undermine me.

I was only giving him in broad daylight what he was giving me in the dark.

You don't understand this, Aunt Sally; he's been playing on your feelings." "Morton Bassett, there ain't a man on earth that can play on my feelings.