I'd like to put one over on you smart gazabos that think you know it all; but I don't want to bad enough to see the Flying U go outa business just so I could holler didn't-I-tell-you.

There's a limit to what I'll pay for a josh." "Well," put in the Native Son with his easy drawl, "I'm coming to the centre with my ante, just for the sake of seeing the cards turned.

Deal 'em out, amigo; state your case once more, so we can take a good, square look at these dry-farmers." "Yeah--go ahead and tell us what's bustin' the buttons off your vest," Cal Emmett invited.
"What's the use ?" Andy argued.

"You'd all just raise up on your hind legs and holler your heads off.

You wouldn't DO anything about it--not if you knew it was the truth!" This, of course, was pure guile upon his part.
"Oh, wouldn't we?
I guess, by golly, we'd do as much for the outfit as what you would--and a hull lot more if it come to a show-down." Slim swallowed the bait.
"Maybe you would, if you could take it out in talking," snorted Andy.
"My chips are in.