Check, mate!
All I want is one byte. Hell, I'll even take a nibble.
The Millenial Falcon.
They check the architexture.
A telephono lens.
He asked. "A pay rise." I replied. "My wife told me to grow it first and then ask you."
Two! But don't ask me how they got inside there.
1961
You're probably Australian. EDIT: I mean venomous, not poisonous. I am sorry
They exchange cell numbers.
Well, I heard you pay money in exchange for work
A box hedge fund!
There's no accounting for taste.
Check mate"..
Check, mate.