In short, Mr. Jolter could give a very good account of the stages on the road, and […] was a connoisseur in ordinaries, from twelve to five and thirty livres […].

It's on like Donkey Kong / You wanted that fast buck / Now I gotta light that ass up

When it comes to politics, I don't want them to shove their opinions down my throat.

to drive the gall and other bitter juices from the gall bladder, liver and sweet-bread of his majesty's subjects, with all the inimicitious passions which belong to them, down into their duodenums.