"Cos he had ter kill the fatted calf, an' de son wasn't wort' it."
PROFANITY
THE RECTOR—"It's terrible for a man like you to make every other word an oath."
THE MAN—"Oh, well, I swear a good deal and you pray a good deal, but we don't neither of us mean nuthin' by it."
FIRST DEAF MUTE—"He wasn't so very angry, was he?"
SECOND DEAF MUTE—"He was so wild that the words he used almost blistered his fingers."
The little daughter of a clergyman stubbed her toe and said, "Darn!"