Join me in the pub, we'll talk coin... as in gold...I'm married now, the wif is loaded.
Africa cocks an eye. "Aye, that be true 'nuf, but I hear tell she be tight wit da purse strings, and her brodder be not so fond of ya. We meet, but bring da gold wit ya, I no take checks."
Aye she's tight all right... oh damnation... thinking out loud again... um... gold aye... will bring it along... and don't worry about my brother in law... a peacock that one...