I'll enjoy your company, but I wish you hadn't come." "That's all right.

I always like to finish what I begin." "Well," remarked Foy cheerfully, "I reckon we've reached the big finish, both of us.

I don't see any way out.

All they've got to do is to sit tight till we starve out for water.

Wish you was out of it.
It's going to be tough on Stella, losing her friend and--and me, both at once.