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Well, he'd say: “How much doz any of yuz mugs weigh?”
Well, dey would all begin stretchin' and gappin', and den some of dem would say, with a gap and another stretch:
“What weight do you want?”
Den de manager he'd say: “I want a 118-pound man.”
“Say, Jim,” one of de bunch asked, “what's de weight?”
De whole bunch jumped to dere feet with: “Say, Jim, I kin do dat.”
“Well, come here. Let me smell your breath.” He'd take a smell and say:
“Go and sit down, you bung-hole.”