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Youse a liar! I ain't dealt you no aces. Don't try to carry the Pam-Pam to me ‘cause I'll gently chain-gang for you!

Oh yeah! I ain't goin' to fit no jail for you and nobody else. I'm to get me a green club and season it over your head. Then I'll give my case to Miss Bush and let Mother Green stand my bond! I got deal them aces-

That's a lie! Both of you is lyin'! Lyin! like the cross-ties from New York to Key West ! How can you all hold aces when I got four ? Somebody is goin' to West hell before midnight !

Don't you woof at Tush Hawg. I'm goin' to bust hell wide open with a man!

My chop-axe tells me I got the only clean aces they is this table! Before I'll leave you all rob me outa money, I'm goin' to die it off!

I promised the devil one man and I'm goin' to give him five!

Don't draw your bosom on me! God sent me a pistol and I'm goin' to send him a man!

They wouldn't lissen -

It sure is goin' to be a whole lot together in hell now!