When pressure came I just broke down--broke down, Egyptian.

Don't be surprised if you hear me grunt.
It's my natural speech.

I'm a hog, a drink-swilling hog.

I wasn't decent enough to stay sober till you had said 'Good day,' and 'How goes it, Soolsby ?' I tried it on; it was no good.

I began to live like a man, but I've slipped back into the ditch.