That’s practised in the Mall, man?
CANDID
Tam (very dry, at door of country inn, Sunday morning). “Aye, man, ye micht gie me a bit gill oot in a bottle!”
Landlord (from within). “Weel, ye ken, Tammas, I daurna sell onything the day. And forbye ye got a half-mutchkin awa’ wi’ ye last nicht (after hoors tae); it canna be a’ dune yet!”
Tam. “Dune! Losh, man, d’ye think I could sleep an’ whusky i’ the hoose?!”
“A NICHT WI’ BURNS”