"Gee, Bill, I was jus' thinkin' o' that myself. Talk about great minds—"
"Come on, Jack, be game. Please have some more o' this nice turkey."
"Turkey! Great Scott! When have I heard that word before? Hain't it a country out in Asia some place?"
"No. Jack, turkey is vittles. You get it if you love your teacher. Better let me give you a few nice slivers off the breast."
"Say, Bill, on the dead, you're sure generous, all right, all right. Here you are, sharin' your last turkey."
"Old man, don't you know it's Thanksgivin' day? Don't you hear the bells ringin'? Do you reckon I'd dine alone on a day like this? No, siree, not much. Pass your plate fer some more o' this nice hot turkey, and some nice hot scolloped oysters, an' some o' these nice hot biscuits, an' some nice cranberry sauce, an'—"
"There you go. Bill, robbin' yourself. You won't have any left."
"O, there's plenty here. I like to see a man eat till he's plum foundered.... When I used to go home fer Thanksgivin' mother wasn't happy unless I et enough to stall a hired hand. If I didn't eat four helpin's of everything she thought I didn't like her cookin'. Had to try ever'thing—choc'late cake, turkey, sage dressin', hot gravy, mince pie, an'—"
"Say. Bill, you might gimme a piece o' that mince pie while you're about it. I got a nice, cozy little place fer a piece o' mince pie."
"Sure, Jack. I'll give you a whole quarter section. How do you like this celery? Awful hard to get good celery these days."