I don't seem to have no vent.

I'm full, but it don't run.

If I could stick a gimblet in somewhere, as if I was a cider-barrel, I could gi'en ye enough; but I ain't no barrel, an' a gimblet ain't no use.

There's a man here as can talk.

That's his trade, an' if he'll say what I ought to say, I shall be obleeged to 'im.