There usually ain't any more after the third one.

Now, can't you see why Anita is willing to do anything on earth just to keep peace and just to give her father a little rest and comfort and happiness in the last days of his life?
You 've got to remember that he ain't like an ordinary father that you can go to and tell all your troubles.

He 's laying next door to death, and Anita, just like any woman that's got a great, big, good heart in her, is willing to face worse than death to help him.

It's as plain to me as the nose on Harry's face." "Which is quite plain," agreed Fairchild ruefully.

Harry rubbed the libeled proboscis, pawed at his mustache and fidgeted in his chair.
"I understand that, all right," he announced at last.