Battye—"Pull that pack off my wagon."
Berryman—"Ha, ha, I knowed I had her."
Carroll, Henry—"My petit boilermaker."
Carton—"Brrrrrage."
Cheever, T.—"There's three of us here now."
Cheever, Hal—"I'm going to wash to-morrow."
Cheever, Ira—"Whoauuuuu—let the Cheevers roar."
Brown, Royden—"If I ever get rid of these coots."
Cohen—"How 'bout it?"
Conroy—"Youse guys don't eat."