Oysters. Is this the only room there is?

Like a dozen oysters, I think.

I thought I'd sell her to this fella, Rufe Watries, at Oyster Bay.

Comeon now. Don 'tget angry. Isaidyes.

Go on, get madder.

All right, keep the little beasts for all I care.

All right, sir.

Very well, sir.

Come now, monsieur.

Yes, sir.

Come on, sir.

Okay, mister...

Okay, mister.

Come on, sir.

All right, Doctor.

I'll be glad to, Doctor.

Come on, sir. Come on.

Come on, Doctor. Sign the paper.

Go ahead, governor.

Go ahead, Doctor. Sit down.

Yes, sir.

Okay, sir.

Right, Doctor?

All right, Sir?

OK, doc. Drop me off at my place. I'm beat.

Come on, Mr. Lockhart, grubtime.

Come, Mr. Van Meer.

Come in, monsieur.

Peanut?

Go on, get sore.

You're not angry, are you?

You are mad, aren't you?

Come, señor.

Take your choice.

Are you in labor?

Now, come along, Mr Trawler.

Come along, gentlemen, will you?

Have you enjoyed yourselves? Well, sort of.

Home, sir.

En garde, Sir!

Live free!

Herr colleague, continue.

Now, mr. Leyden, tell me frankly where you stand.

All right. Handle it your own way, Doctor, for the time being.

Oh, I don't think it's that sort of book, old man.