I wish you were just one of the ordinary sort that comes our way.

I should know how to deal with you better." "Tell me what you mean," said Martin.
"Shall I?
All right, I will." She stood up with her hands on her hips.
"If you'd played the usual game with little Tootles and dropped her cold, I wouldn't let you get out of this room without coming up to scratch.

I'd make you cough up a good-sized check.

There's such a thing as playing the game even by us strap-hangers, you know.

As it is, I can see that you were on the square, that you're a bit of a poet or something and did Tootles a good turn for nothing, and honestly, I don't know the next move.