I tell the guy: Stop crying, this is a candy store problem, 'cause our money is just as green as theirs, and all you gotta do is find the right palm to grease. Give the local rack-jobber his blood money.

[…] To any later judgment this Mercury Street (so named from a local temple) is very narrow, not over fifteen feet from housewall to housewall.

Gijb, Suche as accompanyeth with man-killers and murtherers.

That the words of Jeremy Taylor's Ag Pleez, Deddy have been changed to suit the times? No longer … how we miss niggerballs and licorice … but … how we miss bullseyes and … Ag pleez, Jeremy.