'Here's your fare,' said Mr Pickwick, holding out the shilling to the driver.

To the learned man's great astonishment, the cabbie did not take the fare, instead he flung the money on the pavement, and said in a figurative way that he wanted the pleasure of fighting him (Mr Pickwick) for the fare!

'You are mad,' said Mr Snodgrass.
 
'Or drunk,' said Mr Winkle.
 
'Or both,' said Mr Tupman.
 
'Come on!' said the cab-driver, sparring away like clockwork. 'Come on - all four on you.'

'Here's a bit of fun!' shouted half a dozen hackney coachmen.
 
'Go to work, Sam!' - and they crowded with great interest and pleasure around the party.