"I would never hit a woman." The answer came a'grippin' at the throat of air she got to strippin' with that smoke which came a'drippin' from the mouth that was a'tippin' all sorts of turvey warblin's topsy. And his drugs non-stop their nippin's; their grasp a did not dropsy.
Translation: he facetiously gasped and made wide his woozy eyes as if offended, clutching his chest like an Edwardian aristocrat at a sideshow. It was obvious however, by the way he stared at her mouth when she spoke, and by how he'd phrased it, that the answer was yes.
"Not unless she got out of line." He shook his fist. Oh, look at that... it kind of made trails.