You shplended fellow.

Dot's so, sure.

Come mit me, my 'ous' to, und ye make a night mid it." He embraced Nickie again.
"All der same," he said, in a puzzled tone, "I don't know me vy you vear dot hairy overcoad dose hot nides.

Haff er drink." The Missing Link, standing grimly outlined in the darkness, raised the bottle in his two prehensile paws, and drank health to Schmitz.
"Goot man," said Schmitz, embracing him again.

"Now con mit me to my 'ous' to, und we make the night." He grappled with Nickie, and the two seesawed towards Schmitz's hotel.