I want you to pack up and move out of this neighbourhood.
It's not congenial to you." "I'm afraid I can't afford to move until May." "I'll take care of that gladly, to get you out of this garlicky ruin." "No, Cutty; I'm going to stay here until the lease is up." "Gee-whiz! The Irish are all alike," cried the war correspondent, hopelessly.

"Petticoat or pantaloon, always looking for trouble." "No, Cutty; simply we don't run away from it.

And there's just as much Irish in you as there is in me." "Sure! And for thirty years I've gone hunting for trouble, and never failed to find it.

I don't like this affair, Kitty; and because I don't I'm going to risk my Samson locks in your lily-white hands.

I am going to tell you two things: I am a secret foreign agent of the United States Government.