Tom: "Give me seven-eleven, please."
("Seven-double-one?")
"Yes, please." Tom whistled while he waited.
Telephone: ("Hello.")
"Is that you, Evan?"
("Yes. Hello, Tom. Say, Tom, I am going to have a little bunch around here after a bit to see if we can't make our books balance, and I want you to come. And say, bring around that forty-five you took away with you last time. We want it. We are after you. We are going to strip you. Perhaps you had better bring an extra suit in a case.")
"I am sorry, old man, but I can't come."
("Can't what?")
"Can't come."
("'Y, you tight wad. You'd better come.")