We were trying not to be frivolous with the borough's money.

I got a good shot, I just couldn't finish it. I was pretty much speechless. Luckily, my sister came over and calmed me down enough that I didn't do something stupid and punch the wall hard enough to break my hand.

But ingenuity, not money makes things go.

Do not assume that because I am frivolous I am shallow; I don't assume that because you are grave you are profound

I am only making money as a landlord, not through selling petrol.

We decided not to make as much money per bar and just make more (bars).