Cigarettes make you as nervous as a lunatic.

If you have any bad dreams tonight, and begin yelling, then I'll rise and throw you outdoors.
Do you understand ?" "Yes," mumbled the boy.

"But I won't dream.

I'm not nervous now.

It's only when I can't get enough cigs that I'm nervous." "You should have seen him this afternoon," Tom continued, turning to his chum.