“I never expect to hear the last,” Ready averred.
“It’s fortunate that Ready knows what a liar you are!” Danny said.
“We were coming by the gym when Danny saw a man buying some lunch out of that old lunch-cart stationed there, ‘Say,’ he whispered, and he took hold of my arm as solemnly as an astronomer announcing the discovery of a new comet, ‘I’ve discovered something! I know what they mean now when they talk about dinner à la carte.’ And, gentlemen, if you’ll believe me, the ignoramus meant it.”
“When it comes to lying, you’re like the moon,” Danny declared. “Nothing on earth can touch you.”
“Oh, yes, I’m a warm baby, but not so warm as you were the other evening when you were singing ‘A Hot Time.’”
“Rats! I never sing it.”
“Don’t you remember when those boys heated that old watch and laid it nicely down on the pavement, and you picked it up, thinking you’d struck a find?”
“Well, I didn’t sing ‘A Hot Time.’ I simply remarked that all the hot springs were not in Arkansas. Now, you slanderer, I’ll make it cool for you!”
He grabbed an armful of snow and dashed it into Bink’s face.
“‘And I’ll follow suit,’ as the Jew said when he began to chase the stolen clothing down the street.”