"And I wouldn't be surprised right now to hear you swiped that pilot's license.

If you did, and if you don't know airplanes, the Lord help yuh--that's all I got to say.

Get into your pants.

I'm in a hurry this morning." Bland Halliday nearly cried, but he managed to insert his aching limbs into his trousers, and somehow he managed to move to the washbasin, and afterwards to hobble to the table.

He let himself down by slow and painful degrees into a chair, swore that he'd lie on the track and let a train run over him before he would sit again on the back of a horse, and began to eat voraciously.
Johnny listened, watched the food disappear, gave a snort, and fried more bacon for himself.