Believe me, boys, this is going to be some undertaking!" "Nice, comfortable way you've got of painting things cheerful," the Native Son drawled ironically.
"That's all right.

I want you to realize what it's going to be like before you get in so far you can't back out." "Aw, who's said anything about backing out ?" Happy Jack grumbled.
"Let's get right down to brass tacks and see how strong we can go on money," Andy suggested, pulling a pencil out of an inner pocket.

"Here, girl, you do the bookkeeping while we call off the size of our pile.

Put 'er down in this book till you can get another one.

You can set me down for two seventy-five--or make it three hundred.