Zing! Zing! ZING!
"I's coming. I's coming." The Backslid Baptist filled two cups of ice-water and started toward Lower 7 with them.
"Heah you is.... Yessuh. No suh. Yessuh, Ah'll git you some mo'."
"Here's a half bottle of that blasted stuff. Take it away where I can't smell it. That ice-water sure is good. Were you ever zippo on gin?"
"No suh. Ah'll git you some mo' ice-water."
The Backslid Baptist, conveying half a bottle of gin, neglected to state that he had never been able to accumulate enough gin at one time to get himself zippo.
He encountered the Wildcat in the smoking room. He handed the Wildcat the half bottle of gin. "Ah'll say I's a mind reader."
"See whut de good Lawd done sent!"
"Afteh de storm comes de quiet waters."
"Comes de gin, you means. Ol' fat boy drink de watehs. Us drinks de gin. Gin, how is you?"