I runned into him on th' other side o' th' pass.

I'd look fine acourtin', wouldn't I ?" asked the downtrodden Williams.
Pete Wilson skillfully flipped a potato into that worthy's coffee, spilling the beverage of the questionable name over a large expanse of blue flannel shirt.

"Yu's all right, yu are.

Why, when I meets yu, yu was lost in th' arms of yore ladylove.

All I could see was yore feet.