Ain't it enough the way our poil has come out in these five months?
Eat your supper, poil; not eating don't get you nowheres with your papa.
Leave it to me, poil; I can tell by your papa's voice we got him won.
You had lunch to-day with Max Teitlebaum, and about poil you talked!
Indiwidoolism is a poil without price; and the natal mansion, gentlemen—if I may be permitted the simulcritude—is its oyster.