Now he's a scrap dealer.

Scrap it.

I'm scrap.

Dealer takes one.

The arms dealer.

Scrap the foreign alphabet.

Oh, boy, a scrap!

Three. Dealer takes one.

A camel dung dealer.

He is a fish dealer.

A refinery and a scrap yard.

He is a real wheeler dealer.

A drug dealer. A pederast, actually.

Please get me a scrap of paper.

Put the plan on the scrap heap.

The art dealer guaranteed the picture genuine.

The dealer wants to sell a car.

Woe to each sinful dealer in Falsehoods

There's an oil refinery and a scrap yard.

This car will soon have to go for scrap.

There wasn't a scrap of truth in the statement.

And I got to tell you, if you haven't heard high definition surround, go down to your audio dealer, your audiophile dealer.

There is not a scrap of truth in his words.

This sign is made from scrap materials saved from landfill.

You'll be malfunctioning within a day... you nearsighted scrap pile.

I wrote down his phone number on a scrap of paper.

Let's scrap everything and start over again with a clean slate.

The dealer gave an old Nissan to me for 200,000 yen.

That's right. I'm the dealer who bought the iridium from Phillips.

We have come to an arrangement with the dealer about the price.

He sold some iridium to a dealer by the name of Majak.

This is a bathtub I made, made out of scrap two by four.

He held off paying for the television set until the dealer fixed it.

The dealer took advantage of her ignorance and bought the picture very cheap.

Here are four examples of distribution channels system integrator, dealer, web, direct sales.

He said, I am a scrap of a man, but if you help me,

And for each car so financed, scrap almost one clunker, preferably the dirtiest ones.

So he finally found an art dealer, a Dutch art dealer named Han van Meegeren, who sold him a wonderful Vermeer for the cost of what would now be 10 million dollars.

These men were 10,000 miles from home, more than 1,000 miles from the nearest scrap of land.

I literally for three years made everything every scrap of paper, everything online, that this theater did.

The only safe way to get rid of the car is to sell it to a dealer.

The dealer might think something was funny, if he called and found we were using different names.

And then my dad would drive me on Saturdays to a scrap metal recycler where I got paid.

Here is one such scrap from an initiative I'm involved in using creativity to inspire people to be greener.

But I didn't have materials to use, so I went to a scrap yard where I found my materials.