I'll have your heart and liver out.

The Newburgh salt-marshes on a foggy day always remind me of Pip's encounter with Abel Magwitch in Charles Dickens' Great Expectations.


""You get me a file." He tilted me again. "And you get me wittles." He tilted me again. "You bring 'em both to me." He tilted me again. "Or I'll have your heart and liver out." He tilted me again.