“Ah, the Wonderful World of Camping - may it rot in hell.”
“Just as the airplane graveyard was Heaven disguised as Hell, harvest camp is Hell masquerading Heaven.”
“Ah hell”
“Ah hell.”
“Ah but' 'there'll be no butter in hell!”
“Take it!" he snarled, hurling the diamond necklace across the table at his opponent. "And may you rot in hell with it!""I should not dream of intruding upon you there," replied Mr Brundy, bowing deeply from the waist.”