You won't mind me treatin' 'em with your rum, I suppose, Mister ?" he said, turning to Gordon.

"I don't come in for a fortune every day, you know, and there ain't a drop of lush in the place, only yours." "Fire away," said Charlie.
"Come on, Lucy.

Come on, Maggie.

Where's Ah Loy?
Watch their faces, Mister, it's as good as a play.

Now then, ladies, I bin poor fella longa teatime, now rich feller longa bedtime.