'around mid-morning , mr lipwig , you were chatting to people outside your regrettably distressed building when ' - here the patrician glanced at his notes - 'you suddenly looked up , shielded your eyes , dropped to your knees and screamed , `` yes , yes , thank you , i am not worthy , glory be , may your teeth be picked clean by birds , halleluiah , rattle your drawers '' and similar phrases , to the general concern of people nearby , and you then stood up with your hands outstretched and shouted `` one hundred and fifty thousand dollars , buried in a field !