"It ain't more'n quarter past, if it is that," he declared, emphatically.

"It's just nothin', if you ask me.

And say, speakin' of askin', I'd like to ask you this: How are you goin' to get 'em out, provided you're fool enough to decide they've got to go?
Are you goin' to tell Mrs.Armstrong right up and down and flat-footed that you can't stand any more of her?
I'd like to hear you say it.

Let me know when the show's goin' to come off.

I want a seat in the front row." Poor Jed looked aghast at the very idea.