You've got to have a plot, Mac, and if you've got to have a plot, you've got to have sin.
"Don't take that stuff too seriously, Mac," the captain remonstrated.
Mac was clutching his shoulder, stirred for once out of his vaunted "deegnity."
"But its all Mac's gold, you know," said the cook regretfully.
"Ask him how far it is to the Fort, Mac," said one of the men.
I wish you only saw the bishop; and Mac himself, he was a picture.
Mac was coming in at the door of the refectory as the bishop was going out.
Instead he asked, "What do you think of the watchbirds, Mac?"
I know I can do it, Dr. Mac, if you will help me a little bit like you promised.
Please, Dr. Mac, you ask the reverend the questions and let me just sit and listen.