I'm sick of the fellow and his ways.

For every million we've scooped, he's scooped two.
Every deal we've been into, he's had a little the best of us.

We are going to get our own back, but for Heaven's sake don't let us spoil the game because you fellows have got the shivers.

We'll have another bottle of wine, and right after lunch I shall telephone down for Danes.

Now let's chuck it.