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?
