This year's Honesty Prize goes to the natural sciences supervisor, who replied to a question with, Don't ask me, I'm not a mathmo.

Fine, and you? (informal)

“Heah that John is livenin’ things up at the darky school,” volunteered the postmaster, after a pause. “What now?” asked the Judge, sharply. “Oh, nothin’ in particulah,—just his almighty air and uppish ways. […] ”

‘ […] He was a lovely man but, when I told him I wanted to continue swinging, he freaked out and called me a slag.’