What's that?
What was it the haythen said then, seenorita ?" "Not von vord, senor; he only vink von eye like maybe he flirt vid me." "The Swade did that! Holy Mother! an' wid an O'Brien here to take the part of any dacent gurl.

Wait till I strip the coat off me.

It's an O'Brien that'll tache him how to trate a lady.

Say, Swanson, ye son of a gun, ye son of a say-cook, ye son--Sure, Oi 'd loike to tell ye what ye are av it was n't for the prisince of the seenorita.

It's Michael O'Brien who 's about to paste ye in the oye fer forgittin' yer manners, an' growin' too gay in good company.