I swear the sparrows called us ten kinds of idiot when we did it.
If I were useful, you wouldn't know it was me.
Don't call me 'gentleman'. I work for a livin'.
Horses are calmer people. They also don't throw things at cats.
Excuse me," she said politely. "But you can't have him. Not yet. He's going to come back with me.
He has artistry," he repeated. "Because that's what it takes to blow things up. And cook his arm.