The Viciousness of Nice Things

"I know, it doesn't seem to stop. Well, you remind me of it in the
morning."

"I'm afraid I'll forget. You better make a note of it. If it keeps on
dripping that way, it's likely to injure something. And I do wish you'd
tell the Jap not to put so much parsley in the omelet. And I say, how
would an omelet be with a butter sauce over it?"

"Oh, no, I don't think so. An omelet ought to be nice and dry. Butter
makes it so greasy--besides, with the price of butter----"

"But there's a richness to butter---- You'd better make a note about the
tap dripping in the blue room right now, before you forget it. Oh! Why
in heaven's name did we have Johnny Martin here? He's dull as
ditchwater----"

"I know, but---- It is nice to go out to his place on the Point. Oh,
Gene, I do wish you'd try and remember not to talk about your business
so much. You and Mr. Martin were talking about the price of lumber for
at least half an hour----"

"Nothing of the kind. We scarcely mentioned it. Oh! What car are you
going to use this afternoon? If we get out to the Barnetts', I thought
we might use the limousine---- Or no, you'll probably go out before I
do, I have to read over some specifications, and I promised to give Will
a lift, couldn't you take the Loco, maybe you might drive yourself, no,
I forgot, the clutch is slipping a little, well, you might drive out and
send the car back for me--still, there wouldn't hardly be time----"