[…] we were cloſe by the Peninſule Mozambique (part of Quiloa) inhabited by Negroes; abundant in Gold, Silver, and Ambergreece […]

Well, you're a hot mess and I'm falling for you, and I'm like hot damn, let me make you my boo, […] You're a hot mess, I'm loving it, hell yes!

'He is a mighty handsome man!' 'I don't think so,' said Tess coldly.

Not that we’re afraid of things new. It’s just, before you put ’em on a system, they’ve gotta be demonstrated and proven and you’ve gotta have a lot of confidence in ’em. And we’re still in the stages where we're proving this out.