What d'ye say to fifty quid?
That might begin to interest me, but a hundred quid would interest me more.

Why, a hundred quid all in beer 'd come pretty close to floatin' this old hooker.

But who in Sam Hill'd offer a hundred quid?
I'd like to clap eyes on him once, that's all, just once.

D'ye want to know what for?
All right.
I'll whisper it.

So as I could tell him to go to hell.