Well, blow me down for an old sea calf.

All right, Whitey, that licks me.

My defeat is heavy upon me, Cassim.

You're no match for me and you know it.

This is why I lost!

I trust you will grant me the courtesy of facing my defeat alone.

You poor, simple fools, thinking you could defeat me.

Ain't no man ever got the best of me, and there ain't gonna be!

None may defeat me, though heaven descends or the earth rends.

When I was younger, I was also the top of my class, whether it was drinking capacity or grades.