“Hundreds,' Joe says. 'Hundreds and hundreds. But then again, I'm old.'So old, Jesus was in your math class,' I say. I crack myself up.”

“Yes, but you need to learn your maths.""I don't need to, really. I already know how to count to a hundred. And I'm sure I'll never need ore than a hundred of anything.”

“I'll bet I'm as old as you are.""I'm older than Sanskrit.""Well, I was waitress at the Last Supper.""I'm so old I remember when McDonald's had only sold a hundred burgers.""You win.”

“I could not fail myself and die on a fish like this," he said. "Now that I have him coming so beautifully, God help me endure. I'll say a hundred Our Fathers and a hundred Hail Marys. But I cannot say them now."Consider them said, he thought. I'll say them later.”

“I start to crack at four hundred to one.”

“There's an old saying," Buck said. "A hundred things can go wrong in a holdup, and if you can think of fifty of them you're a damn genius.”