The Wildcat and Lily, in the wake of the Backslid Baptist, presently boarded the Mazeppa.
Once inside the car, the porter sniffed heavily. "Gin trip. Thank de Lawd ain't no kids. Don't smell no bananas. Lis'sen. Heah dat boy snore?"
"Snores lak he's chokin' to death."
"Ain't chokin'. 'At's a fat boy wid de alcohol snorts."
The Backslid Baptist sniffed again. "Sho' is."
"Is what?"
"Chorus girl lady, o' mebbe one ob dem movin' picture ladies."
"Ah'll say you does."
"Does what?"
"Sees an' heahs wid yo' nose. Did anybody bust you in de beak dey'd knock you deaf an' blind."