We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

All to often, however, what she [the woman] does want is the man she hopes she will make out of the man she already has.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.

Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.

Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.