"Ye're sorry fer anythin' that interferes with yer business of turning men and women into swine." "Come now," said Cassidy, making a last stand on his dignity, "this is a public house, and I am bound to serve drink to anyone that asks for it.

As a matter of fact, I didn't know the lady was in this condition till the barman sent me in to see what could be done." "You're a liar, an' a fat liar.

I hate fat liars--I don't know why--an' if yer tell another, I'll ram yer teeth down yer throat.
She's been comin' 'ere for months, an' you've been sending her home drunk for the sake of a few shillings, to poison my life and make her name a byword in the neighbourhood.

Now, listen to me! You'll not serve that woman again with drink under any pretext whatever." "I should be glad to oblige you; but this is a public house, as I said before..." He stopped as Jonah took a step forward, his fists clenched, transformed in a moment into Jonah the larrikin, king of the Cardigan Street Push.
"D'ye remember me, Cassidy ?" he cried.

"I've sent better men than you to the 'orspital in a cab.