Lantier stood at the door, telling Coupeau to make haste, because they had only ten minutes left.
"What! You're going to work for that rascal Bourguignon ?" yelled My-Boots, when the zinc-worker had spoken to him.

"You'll never catch me in his hutch again! No, I'd rather go till next year with my tongue hanging out of my mouth.

But, old fellow, you won't stay three days, and it's I who tell you so." "Really now, is it such a dirty hole ?" asked Coupeau anxiously.
"Oh, it's about the dirtiest.

You can't move there.

The ape's for ever on your back.