 We'll never get to New York the way you're moving. Our train leaves in a couple of hours. My trunk isn't half-packed yet. Well, boss, I only got two hands. Yes, but you got a cigar in one and a sandwich in the other. Now put them down and get to work. My contract specifies one hour for lunch. You can eat and work at the same time like I do. Let's see, where did I put my hamburger? It's laying right there on your dress shirt. My goodness. Oh, well, I can wear a vest with it.