"Tomato, Tomahto, When You Don't Call the Whole Thing Off."

"Where we going, George? You never told me where we was go'in."

"Steady yerself Jer, 'ol buddy 'ol pal. We're just going over by that copse, is all."

"Cops!" Jerry dropped the crate of gin he had been carrying and dug in the waistband of his trousers; pulling out a Colt 1908, he pointed it at George and screamed, "You said nothing 'bout no cops!"

Taking the cigar from his mouth, George spits on the ground, eyeing the glass bottles leaking lowbrow liquor over the crabgrass. Toeing one of the glass shards with the end of his winged-tip shoe, he said, "Dammit, Jer, I said 'copse', not 'cops'."