"Sowter will cry upon't for all this, though it be as rank as a fox." One of Fabian's more intelligible lines, later quoted (in a way) by Foul Ole Ron in "Feet of Clay". "Sowter fry it! Trouser the lot of'em, they did me out of it, them and their big weasel!"

Curse my quote-ridden memory paths! I'm too amused to think of my actual lines. And I just gave myself a papercut under my fingernail. Ouch.