"Morning to you, miss," the cook replied, after a surprised glance.

"No good comes from there," replied the cook.

It was a rhetorical question, of course, but Stubblefield paused, as if he expected his cook or that night's designated bedmate to reply.

"At your service," the cook replied, running up in the loudest shirt the onlookers had ever seen.

"Somethin' you puts soup in," replied the cook.

"Not by a long shot," replied the cook.

"We'll hog-tie 'em with the nylon rope we ain't used yet," the cook replied.

But, Sir,' the cook replied, 'your dinner left the kitchen fifteen minutes ago.

"Maybe four weeks," the cook replied, picking up the debris of his meal.

The cook replied with unbelievable vulgarity.