I'd sure hate to have anything you wanted." "Well, you have," Doctor assured him, with a significant nod at Michael on the chair between them.
"Br-r-r!" Daughtry shivered.

"You give me the creeps.

If I thought you really meant it, San Francisco couldn't hold me two minutes." He meditated into his beer-glass a moment, then laughed with reassurance.
"No man could get that dog away from me.

You see, I'd kill the man first.

I'd just up an' tell 'm, as I'm tellin' you now, I'd kill 'm first.