In Canada we'd call this the "money" shot.

Increase a band:

The Cures

Eight days later the Kessey cows were ill. Lying on the ground. Refusing to eat. Approaching death. Every remedy was tried to no avail. Finally, the priest was brought to bless the poor creatures and sprinkle holy water between their ears, but the spell of Campagna was too strong.

Anne Marie must have been the catch of the colony because the so-called sorcerer waited for her mother to return whereupon she promptly said:

Over my dead body

Campagna (allegedly): you’ll regret this

Marie Francoise: do your worst, you maudit idiot

But Roger, hoping Campagna who was drunk at the time and notoriously mercurial in his passions would soon forget his request, said his wife Marie Francoise (born Poirier in 1648 Port Royale, N.F.) needed to make that decision and she was, unfortunately, away in Monjagouetche.

Roger Kessy (spelled variously as Caissie, Quessy, etc.), born 1646 in Ireland, was asked by the accused for the hand in marriage of his daughter Anne Marie (born 1669, Port Royale, N.F.)

In all, 14 witnesses were called to testify. My relatives went on the stand to describe how their cows were poisoned by the malfaiteur.

Still not over the "awooga" craze of '23.

Fifty bucks!

I said: I just cut it yesterday.

Driveway kid, after taking a long, contemplative drag on his candy smoke:

That's OK. We’ll catch you next time, Mister.

The two then mounted their scooters and rode off down the driveway, back to the 1950s or whatever past they travelled from.

The kid still on the driveway was smoking candy cigarettes. He winked knowingly. Took a sugary drag.

Porch kid: We'll cut your entire lawn – he leaned in conspiratorially – for fifty bucks.