Son of a gun

That son of a gun stole my wallet!

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You Apollo's son, You're a son of a gun

Why, I say, old feller, what a happy feller I once thought you, and what a miserable son of a gun you really are!

"Why, Job, you old son of a gun, where the deuce have we got to now - eh?"

I don't break, I can hold the chrome / And it's weighing a ton and I'm a son of a gun

You son of a gun, you did it!

Son of a gun! I just got stung by a wasp!