Half our farm is infested.

If the potatoes don't look good to us, they're not going to look good to our customers. We can't afford to grow them. We can't sell them.

Every time we hear about a new field that's infested, it's breaking our hearts.

Second-hand American was spreading over him in patches, like mange or lichen. He was infested, garbled, and I couldn't help him: it would take such time to heal, unearth him, scrape down to where he was true.

Less than half are coming from Siebel.

I came from a dirt farm, now I'm filthy rich.