She's got you out of much worse messes." "I'll drive the car straight up to OETA and lodge my protest against this in less than fifteen minutes!" "No need; Davey, old man.

Goodenough will be in here presently.
Kick to him." Mrs.Davey went into the next room and returned with a roll of coarse cotton cloth.
"I've no bags, Jim, but if this stuff will do I can sew some right now." "Good enough, Emily, go to it." "D'you want to lose me my job ?" demanded Davey.

But his wife took up the scissors and smiled back at him.
"You know better than that.

We've trusted Jim before." "Listen, Davey; this thing's serious," said Grim.
"I know it is! So'm I! Nothing doing!" "You're on the inside of an official secret." "Curse all official secrets! My business is oil!" "There'll be no oil in this man's land for any one for fifty years if you won't play.

There'll be a jihad instead.