"Wait till you get to fighting.
Powder sticks better than charcoal.

For my part, I'm always clean as a whistle." "But you're like a bit of wool, lime-burner, you never sweat.

Dirt don't stick to you as to me and the meal man.

Duclosse there used to look like a pie when the meal and sweat dried on him.

When we reach Paris, and His Excellency gets his own, I'll take to charcoal again; I'll fill the palace cellars.