No, no, we must have the exact words. This is not a kindergarten. A crowd having collected and which adopted a menacing attitude, I then took the accused into custody for his own safety. He dodged in and out like. Speed is the goods, your honour.
Speed is nuts.
Speed wins the knighthoods. Speed excites the sub-editors. Speed is a front-page story. I was saying, your worship, that rapid movement from place to place was one of the blessings, triumphs, and essentials of modern civilization. On the roads, you dear old worship, despite what prudence might dictate we drive our motor-cars as fast as we think fit, provided that we hit nothing and nobody.