Halt, peddler.

Apparently, a rug peddler.

A harmless old peddler woman.

Probably it's only a peddler.

looking for the immigrant pushcart peddler.

You heard what that peddler said?

Yeah. A peddler, a gladhander, a backslapper.

You heard me, peddler. Now be gone!

This peddler outside is fresh from Jerusalem.

You're the bridegroom! I thought you're the peddler!

Slipped through our fingers, disguised as a peddler.

Peddler, over there with a dog, says he saw it. Yeah?

A peddler of heads too perhaps the heads of his own brothers.

Actually, I did land one myself. The one dressed as a peddler?

I seen her nearly beat a peddler to death with a live chicken.

There goes a good pirate, to sell his wares like a fish peddler.

Lord save me, thinks I, that must be the harpooneer, the infernal head peddler.

When she got through with that peddler, all she had left was two chicken legs.

The little men will be away... and she'll be alone... with a harmless old peddler woman.

But what I always have to do is stop at one of the corners and get a hot dog from the immigrant pushcart peddler.

I'd come out of my suite at the Waldorf Astoria be walking up the street, and I would hit around 55th Street looking for the immigrant pushcart peddler.