"Why it's enough for half a dozen bricklayers." "It's all right, isn't it ?" "Yes," she acknowledged.

"But that's the trouble.

It's too much so." "Then it's all right," he concluded.

"I always believe in havin' plenty.
Have some beer to wash the dust away before we begin?
Watch out for the glasses.

I gotta return them." Later, the meal finished, he lay on his back, smoking a cigarette, and questioned her about her earlier history.