"No. He said he would have done, only you treated him so off-hand."
"Well, he needn't come whistling outside for me no more."
"You're not going to chuck him?"
"Chuck him? I never had him. He worried me to go out with him. I didn't want to go."
"You'll get a bullet in your chest one of these days. You'll get shot."
"Not by one of your massive friends."
"Why not?"
"Why, there isn't hardly one of 'em as would have the pluck to hold a pistol, and not one as would have the money to buy one."
"Well, don't say I never told you."
"You and your friends' pistols!"