“Here, waiter,” he said, sternly, “there’s nothing on this I want.”
“Ain’t there nothin’ else you would like for dinner, sir?” inquired the waiter, politely.
“Have you got any sine qua non?”
The waiter gasped.
“No, sir,” he replied.
“N—no, sir.”
“Got any semper idem?”
“No, sir, we hain’t.”
“Got any jeu d’esprits?”