 Not for nothing, but that pumpernickel he was raving about tasted more like an old Converse sneaker, which you may well say privately out of earshot of your sandwich-serving host, to whom you just bellowed, Now that's what I'm talking about, when you tasted his sandwich. You smarmy mountebank. Another example. Not for nothing, but you'll never see that twenty again. That's something you mutter knowingly to a pal who just loaned money to another pal.