• How much you think this stuff is worth?
• Yeah, there must be a million bucks' worth.
• Think we could peddle it?
• Oh, you can always get rid of it.

I wil tel you, Scholer, that unleſs the hook be faſt in his [the trout's] very Gorge, he wil live, and a little time with the help of the water, wil ruſt the hook, & it wil in time wear away as the gravel does in the horſe hoof, which only leaves a falſe quarter.

His emaciated bum-fluffed face is covered in blackheads and his hair looks as if someone saved him from drowning in a barrel by pulling him up by his locks.

I'll call round later to pick up my prescription.