Jeszcze coś takiego mam:
Yeah. After the two of you scarf down a dozen glazed.
A teraz konteksty:
Tim sipped his beer, and Rooney wiped the bar though it was clean, and Tim said, "You got lucky, finding Michelle. They don't make them like her anymore" (jest to jakiś związek frazeologiczny, czy on mówi o piwie?).
"Michelle's thirty, same age as us. If they don't make'em like her anymore, where'd she come from?"
"It's a mystery."
"To be a winner, you gotta be in the game."
"I'm in the game."
"Shooting hoops alone isn't a game."
"What's so great about having kids, the way the world is?
Rooney looked like a black-belt wannabe who, though never having taken a karate lesson, had tried to break a lot of concrete blocks with his face. His eyes, however, were blue windows full of warm light, and his heart was good.
"That's what it's all about," Rooney said. "A wife, kids, a place you can hold fast to while the rest of the world spins apart."
"Methuselah lived to be nine hundred, and he was begetting kids right to the end."