"I know the rules of the road.

These animals ain't automobile broke altogether, an' if you think I'm goin' to have 'em shy off the grade you got another guess comin'." A confusion of injured protestation arose from those that sat in the car.
"You needn't be a road-hog because you're a Rube," said the chauffeur.
"We ain't a-goin' to hurt your horses.

Pull out so we can pass.

If you don't..." "That'll do you, sport," was Billy's retort.

"You can't talk that way to yours truly.