Nothing had been said during our drive, but the high, thin breathing of our new companion, and the claspings and unclaspings of his hands, spoke of the nervous tension within him.

Stepping right into a trap... Your biggest problem is that you got big cojones but nothing in your brains. I think Freud would have something to say about your obsession with my big cojones.

(Philippines)

Good Lord Cromwell, stand my friend: exert yourself for Thomas Howard, who is your daily beadsman, your debtor for life.