"I gotta sick wife, bo. Couldn't you slip me one in a 'mergency?"
"What's the idea—chicken broth? You better go in the park and catch her a chippie."
"On the level, friend, one of them little yellow things would cheer her up.
She's great one for pets."
"Can't you see they're half-dead now? What you wanna cheer her up with—a corpse? If I had my way, I'd wring the whole display's neck, anyhow."
"What'll you take for one, bo?"
"It'll freeze to death."
"Look! This side pocket is lined with velvet."
"Dollar."
"Aw, I said one, friend, not the whole brood."
"Leave or take."