When I passed the manager of the shebang, he says:
"What's the matter? Are you dissatisfied with what you've had?"
"Not a bit of it," says I, "it's what I haven't had that I am dissatisfied with."
When I got outside of the restaurant, who should I run into but my dear friend, Rufus Sage.
"Hello, Rufus," says I, "how's business?"
"Candidly," says he, "it's rotten. I made only three millions this morning, and I've got to get a new suit this afternoon that will cost all the way from ten to fifteen dollars."
"Too bad," says I.
"Then, besides, I'm liable to be inconvenienced any time," he says, "through an argument I had with a friend of mine this morning. He said I was extravagant, and I said I wasn't."