"No more 'n all of 'em are, Babe. Your eyes open and your pockets closed is my motto. What you got special against Joe? You mustn't dig up on a fellow, Babe."
"I—. Why ain't he livin' in White Plains, where his wife and kids are?"
"What I don't know about the private life of my card friends don't hurt me."
"It's town talk the way he keeps them rooms over at the Liberty. 'Way back when I was a kid, Blutch, I remember how he used to—"
"I know there ain't no medals on Joe, Babe, but if you don't stop listenin' to town talk, you're going to get them pretty little ears of yours all sooty."
"I know, Blutch; but I could tell you things about him back in the days when my mother—"
"Me and him are goin' over to Al's to-night and try to win my babe the first chicken for her farm. Whatta you bet? Us two ain't much on the sociability end, but we've played many a lucky card fifty-fifty. Saturday is our mascot night, too. Come, Babe; get on your jacket, and—"
"Honeybunch, you and Joe go. I ain't hungry."
"But—"
"I'll have 'em send me up a bite from the grill."