" Is this spirited man the cook?" she shouted. " Are you responsible for this delightful feast? What a piece of luck! … What is it you say, Mr. Apples?" " Like shittin' with the pope." " No, the other thing, less vulgar." " Whistlin' donkey." " Quite! A surprise and a delight like a whistling … How is it that these phrases make sense when you say them? Anyway, bring him along. "