JAMES CARTER: You put your own shit in the back; I'm not a skycap.

The reason for the ruckus: A thief in the night had made off with the car’s catalytic converter, a critical emissions-control device that contains precious metals more valuable than gold.

[T]he Belorussian novelist Vasil’ Bykov, following the award of the Lenin prize for his novel Znak bedy, explained that in Belorussia ‘we did not have any kulaks generally, but they required us to dekulakise’.

Boy, you got wind in your jaws or somethin'? What you suckin' wind fer? Honh?