One thousand bucks.

Much money.

Ugh! One thousand days, each day of twenty-four golden hours set with twenty near-diamond minutes! Well! I sure hate to give you fellows this good gold." "Steve's got one of them things!" surmised the Stockman.
"A fellow _does_ hate to lay down a bobtail straight flush when there's such a chance for action if he fills," chimed in the Eminent dealer.
"It's face up, Steve.

You'd just as well show us.

My boy, you ought to wear a mustache," said the Judge, critically.