Joker!

Bluff!

It's tricky.

You've cheated.

I'm a fake.

You faker.

You faker, you!

So, this is a little tricky.

The bandit was cunning.

What a cheat. What a viper!

You're a cardsharp.

He will die!

He's gentle, does no tricks.

So Michel's not a bluff?

Because on some level it is super, duper obvious, but on a whole other level it is completely not obvious

He must be a con artist. Call the police

You think my husband is a fake?

You're a con man at heart, my boy.

None too pretty, and all deceptive.

The idea behind the GPS spoofer is simple.

Kikui is cunning but not a commanding presence.

Their land swarmed with frogs, even in the rooms of their kings.

Their land brought forth frogs in abundance, in the chambers of their kings.

For Christ's sake, get going!

If so, he's as defective as you.

Well, is there some kind of trick answer?

Charlie, you're working for a crook. Oh, yeah?

Well, I think it's a downright deceitful way of acting.

Why, you tricky, deceiving', conniving', doubledealin',

Liar, swindler, bully and coward.

Then Hezekiah commanded them to prepare rooms in the house of Yahweh and they prepared them.

The spirit of man is Yahweh's lamp, searching all his innermost parts.

Wounding blows cleanse away evil, and beatings purge the innermost parts.

Then Hezekiah commanded to prepare chambers in the house of the LORD and they prepared them,

The spirit of man is the candle of the LORD, searching all the inward parts of the belly.

The blueness of a wound cleanseth away evil so do stripes the inward parts of the belly.

And no tricky shit behind the thing.

You look kinda tired to me, and that's a fact.

Well, you ain't nothin' better than a con man.

No need to be afraid of him, son. He's all bluff.

The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels, they go down into the innermost parts.

The words of a talebearer are as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.

In this room he was publicly accused of being a fake... a forger and a swindler.

You murdering', deceitful, blindstaggerin' old truaillidh moran! When me strength comes back in the nighttime,

The words of a gossip are like dainty morsels they go down into a person's innermost parts.