Be somebody.

Buck up, and--" George sagged back into the chair as he gloomily interrupted the speaker.
"That's all very fine, Simmy, that sort of talk, but I'm not in the mood to listen to it now.

I wasn't through telling you about the wedding.

Where was I when I stopped?
Oh, yes, the scarf-pin.

Hey, waiter! Come here a second." A waiter approached.