Let it be a thick juicy one.

If its purple and raw I wont have it; and if its done to a cinder, I wont have it: it must be red.

And get me some spring cabbage and potatoes, and a pint of dry champagne--the decentest you have.

And be quick." "And what for you, sir ?" said the waiter, turning to Marmaduke.
"Never mind him," interrupted Susanna.

"Go and attend to me." The waiter bowed and retired.
"Old stick-in-the-mud!" muttered Miss Lalage.