“I admit," Morgan said with another withering look, "it's no donut.”

“Powdered donuts," Tyson said earnestly. "I will look for powdered donuts in the wilderness." He headed outside and started calling, "Here, donuts!”

“Eat a donut in the face, not its asshole.”

“You know how people say, Don't borrow trouble? Well, said Morgan, I guess it's the opposite of that. Doc is borrowing happiness.”

“The man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever."Ah, there," said Morgan, "that comed of sp'iling Bibles."That comed--as you call it--of being arrant asses.”

“Morgan said that his mother said that Miss Kildaire is sitting on a shelf."Zach had to think about that one for a few seconds. "He said she's on the shelf?""Uh-huh." An emphatic nod. "I don't know why Miss Kildaire would sit on a shelf, but that's what Morgan said.""I'm guessing there's more.""And then Morgan said that his mother said that Miss Kildaire was too fat to get a man."What a load of horseshit, Zach thought. Morgan's mother was probably some shriveled-up jealous twit. "I see.""And then Morgan said she was a cripple."Zach had a sudden urge to punch out the little rat himself.”