He was killed, Mickey, and listen to the lament of his friends for his death.
It's deep enough now, Mickey; there's nobody will turn him out of this.
I have said that of Mickey Free I had not one but one thousand types.
My friend Mickey's a pleasant fellow for a secretary-at-war.
Now, Mickey, make me a cup of coffee with a glass of brandy in it.
Bad luck to you, Mickey, ...