Oliver
:
Fake it? A good thing you didn't lose the fiddle or we would be sunk!
Oliver
:
[Sharing the upper berth on an overnight train]
Get your foot out of my face! And don't crowd! Why don't you stay on your own side? Will you quit crowding?
[Stan starts to cry]
Oliver
:
Would you mind getting over further and don't crowd?
Oliver
:
Did you know that you have my pants on your leg?