"Do you know where I want to get off?"
"I do not."
"Do you know my name?"
"No, sir; I don't."
"Do you know all the women in Chicago?"
"Well, I should say not. Why?"
"Nothing. I heerd you callin' them women that have jist been gitting off by their first names, an' you knowed jist where they wanted to stop, an' I thought you was acquainted with all the people in town."
—Chicago Mail.