The shot landed right on the pin.

“I'm trying to think of a reason why I shouldn't, ass-breath. I can't think of one, can you?”

How do they sit there, hour after hour, and listen to the congressional gasbags without blowing their tops? . . . never once leaping over the table, grabbing an inquisitor by his ears and screaming, Hey, flannel mouth—does the phrase ‘posturing hypocrite windbag’ ring a bell?

After all that work, I've earned the princely sum of two pounds.