Who's for fighting?

How the Dickens... I'll explain later. Have we got a bet? Get down on those street feet! I plead the fifth commandment. Oh, come off it, poor lad. Good thing the head isn't here today. Is it now a crime to wear flowers? I'm Mrs. Stephen Hilliard. Now, don't come now, me, Routage. I mean it. We are! Round the back, driver. We can hold out until kingdom come. Come on, man! He was here a moment or so ago.