You bedder not get too gay, or you lose your job damn quick.

You don't vant Mooney to make lofe to you?
You don't vant him to giss you ?--hey, vos dot it ?" "Yes, that was exactly it." "Ach!--you too nice to be brofessional; you like to choose your lofer, hey?
You forget you earn a livin' so.

Vot you got against Mooney ?" Miss Norvell, her cheeks burning indignantly, her eyes already ablaze, did not mince words.
"Nothing personally just so long as he keeps away from me," she retorted clearly.

"He is coarse, vulgar, boorish, and I have far too much respect for myself to permit such a man to touch me, either upon the stage or off; to have him kiss me would be an unbearable insult." Albrecht, totally unable to comprehend the feelings of the girl, shifted uneasily beneath the sharp sting of her words, yet continued to smile idiotically.
"Dot is very nice, quite melodramatic, but it is not brofessional, Meess," he stammered, striving to get hold of some satisfactory argument.

"Vy, Mooney vos not so pad.