It was like a giant game of the sort seen at a country fair, dropping the rock to find the right pocket.

It was funny what a few million dollars a year in the right pockets could buy you.

He went to reach into the right pocket of his jacket.

He tilted even further back in the chair and reached into the right pocket of his jeans.

In the right pocket is the small roll of duct tape.

Then he took most of that money back and stuffed it in his right pocket.

And how long had it taken for the Padgitts to find the right pockets?

Each man reached into his right pocket, pulled out a frog and bit its head off.

He started to dip a hand in his right pocket.

It cost me a few hundred pounds for the right pockets.