Roast Beef, Medium by Edna Ferber
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"'And they call that thing a petticoat!'" "'Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,' he announced, glibly" "'That was a married kiss--a two-year-old married kiss at least'" "'I won't ask you to forgive a hound like me'" "'You'll never grow up, Emma McChesney'" "'Well, s'long then, Shrimp. See you at eight'" "'I'm still in a position to enforce that ordinance against pouting'" "'Son!' echoed the clerk, staring" "'Well!' gulped Jock, 'those two double-bedded, bloomin', blasted Bisons--'" "'Come on out of here and I'll lick the shine off your shoes, you blue-eyed babe, you!'" "'You can't treat me with your life's history. I'm going in'" "'Now, Lillian Russell and cold cream is one; and new potatoes and brown crocks is another'" "'Why, girls, I couldn't hold down a job in a candy factory'" |
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