I'm on my way to the bank for more.

Now, that's no way to talk about Mother's house.

We've tried two or three times to stop this pond.

Is this your idea, or did somebody put you up to it?

He's on his way to the airport for an out-of-town trip.

You, you are going to regret that when my big break comes, and it's due.

I retched up, stuck my finger in one of them one night to feel for the wick.

Now, ain't nobody going nowhere or do nothing till I am dead for certain convinced that Mr. Drysdale has turned against us and he's trying to get himself rid of us.