If you'll come to my shack down the street, I'll mix you a real American cocktail, a mint julep, a brandy smash or anything you like in season.

There's a fine mint bed up my way, just back of the bungalow.

It's more precious than a ruby mine, let me tell you.

And yet, I'll exchange three hundred carats of mint, Mr.Britt, for a dozen boxes of your Egyptian deities." Then as they sauntered off into a narrow side street: "Do you know, gentlemen, I made the greatest mistake of my life in failing to bring a ton of these little white sticks out with me?
I thought of Gordon gin, both kinds of vermouth, brandy, and all that sort of thing, and completely forgot the staff of life.

I happened to know that you have a million packages of them, more or less, up at the chateau.