"He's always braggin' how he "marched mor'n 25 hundert miles in dem dere boots. Stood up and talked 'bout it on ever Vet's Day. Showed dem damn boots to everbody."
"Yep, never thought he's let nothin' happin' to dem boots - like they was gold or something'. Nope, never thought I'd see 'em outta arm's throw, but dere they lay."
"And I ain't seen him in what...three, four days."
"Last time I seen him was last Wednesday over at Johnson's buying' polish for these very boots. Said he ordered it special from L.L. Beans' catalogue."
"Looka dere. Dem boots ain't shined at all. Now why, you reckon, would he be buyin' polish lessen he meant to shine dem boots?"
"Don't know. Never shine mine. Never buy polish neither. Waste of good money ya ask me."
"I'm thinkin' somethin' ain't right."
"I'm with ya, boss. Whadda we do now"
"We keep our eyes open, ears to the ground, nose to the grindstone so to speak."