Bonnie Lee: How can you do that? Geoff Carter: What?... Bonnie: Eat that steak. Geoff: What's the matter with it? Bonnie: It was his. Geoff: Look, what do you want me to do, have it stuffed? Bonnie: Haven't you got any feelings? Don't you realize he's dead? Geoff: Who's dead? Les Peters: Yeah, who's dead? Bonnie: Joe. Geoff: Joe, who's Joe? Les: Anybody know Joe? Bonnie: What's the matter with you. He was sitting here with us, talking and laughing, just a few minutes ago. [Geoff, Les, et al., ignore her and start singing]LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Reverend Samuel Peters ... exaggerated the Blue Laws, but they did include "Capital Lawes" providing a death penalty for any c...hild over sixteen who was found guilty of cursing or striking his natural parents; a death penalty for an incorrigible son; a law forbidding smoking except in a room in a private house; another law declaring smoking illegal except on a journey five miles away from home,...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Money indeed may be considered as the most universal and expressive of all languages. For gold and silver coins are no more money ...when not in the actual process of being voluntarily used in purchase, than words not so in use are language. Pounds, shillings, and pence are recognized covenanted tokens, the outward and visible signs of an inward and spiritual purchasing power, but till in actual use they are only potential money, as the symbols of language, whatever they may be, are only potential language till they are passing between two minds. It is the power and will to apply the symbols that alone gives life to money, and as long as they are in abeyance, the money is in abeyance also; the coins may be safe in one's pocket, but they are as dead as a log till they begin to burn in it, and so are our words till they begin to burn within us.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Write that down," the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them... up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A fox may steal your hens, Sir, A whore your health and pence, Sir,... Your daughter rob your chest, Sir, Your wife may steal your rest, Sir, A thief your goods and plate. But this is all but picking, With rest, pence, chest and chicken; It ever was decreed, Sir, If lawyer's hand is fee'd, Sir, He steals your whole estate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I wouldn't wish the eighties on anyone, it was the time when all that was rotten bubbled to the surface. If you were not at the re...ceiving end of this mayhem you could be unaware of it. It was possible to live through the decade preoccupied by the mortgage and the pence you saved on your income tax. It was also possible for those of us who saw what was happening to turn our eyes in a different direction; but what, in another decade, had been a trip to the clap clinic was now a trip to the mortuary.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
In frolics dispose your pounds, shillings, and pence, For we shall be nothing a hundred years hence....
We'll sport and be free with Frank, Betty, and Dolly, Have lobsters and oysters to cure melancholy; Fish dinners will make a man spring like a flea, Dame Venus, love's lady, was born of the sea; With her and with Bacchus we'll tickle the sense, For we shall be past it a hundred years hence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »