Whisky, whisky--always whisky!" "I never thought twice about it before, but I've done some tall thinking today.

I'm done with the Porters, root and branch.
Elizabeth and I are going to start a little family tree, of our own, and we're not going to root it in a whisky barrel, either.
We're--we're--" "There, there!" said Dad.

"It's all right, Blakely, boy.

It ain't so bad as you think.

You ain't going to throw your mother over and your mother ain't going to throw you over.