"How about something to eat?"
"It's not lunch time."
"How about some anyhow?"
"Got any money?"
Jeff replied mournfully, "A few pennies that I've been saving for my old age. I can pay for it."
Pop came to the cell. "What you want?"
"Three loaves of bread and three half pounds of cheese."
"Let's have the money."
"Uh-uh. Bring it first."
"Show me the money."