Fight, fight, fight and get that money, money, money. ’Cause happiness can’t buy even a nickel.

What this country needs is a good five-cent nickel.

If I had a nickel for every time I’d wished I possessed the power to alter another person’s mind, I’d be knee deep in nickels.

If a lens makes a penny or a nickel or a dime a day, it doesn’t seem like much until there’s a million of them.