Am I going to have to kill some few of you just because you don't know who I am?
I'll count three! One! two!--That's it.

Very good--hold that--register anticipation! I am a worldly man," said Pringle with emotion, "but this spectacle touches me--it does indeed!" "I'll get square with you!" gurgled Applegate, as fiercely as his breathless condition would permit.
"George--may I call you George?
I don't know your name.

You may get square with me, George--but you'll never be square with anyone.

You are a rhomboidinaltitudinous isosohedronal catawampus, George!" George raved unprintably.

He made a motion to rise, but reconsidered it as he noted the tension of Pringle's trigger finger.
"Don't be an old fuss-budget, George," said Pringle reprovingly.
"Because I forgot to tell you--I've got my gun now--and yours.