You remember what a skinflint he was?

I remember you said, "Skinflint's the perfect word for your father, because he's cheap and bald."

How could I fall in love with this scumbag, this skinflint?

Get him out of my side! How can this skinflint possibly be true Quixote?

Sad that he didn't die years ago, the old skinflint. - Hear, hear.

How can this skinflint possibly be true Quixote? But I am he!