We can rig out right here.

Our trouseau's here in shis hair trunk." "Shall we get anyshing t' drink ?" inquired Abe making a temporary collection of his wits with a violent effort.
"Abe!" the freezing severity of Kent's tone and manner would have been hopelessly fatal to early vegetables.

"Abe you've many good qualities--more of 'em shan any man I know, but a degrading passion fur shtrong drink is ruinin' you.

I'm your besht fren, an' shay it wish tearsh in m' eyes.

Lemme beg o' you t' reform ere it ish too late.
Beware of it, my fren, beware of it.