“I beg your pardon I didn't recognise you - I've changed a lot.”
“You are TSTL. I beg your pardon. Too stupid to live.”
“I beg your pardon," I said. "But you do intend to eat me?”
“Where the devil did you get her?""I beg your pardon?""I said: the weather is getting better.""Seems so.""Who's the lassie?""My daughter.""You lie - she's not.""I beg your pardon?""I said: July was hot.”
“I beg your pardon; one knows exactly what to think.”
“Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar.“What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot,” he added, helpfully.”