Thee bisn't playin with I any more. (You are not playing with me any more.)

They passed slowly under the jacaranda trees beginning to bloom lavender over their heads.

Ben's hangovers just make him look more beautiful, in a blitzed, cheekbony way.

“The fine old fellow,” as a Northern contemporary of ours patronizingly calls him, certainly rolled out his sesquipedalians with a majesty previously unknown, and gave a fine organ-like swell to his full-blow periods;