Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: can't live with them, or without them!

Calonice: My dear Lysistrata, just what is this matter you've summoned us women to consider.What's up? Something big? Lysistrata: Very big. Calonice: (interested) Is it stout too? Lysistrata: (smiling) Yes, indeed -- both big and stout. Calonice: What? And the women still haven't come? Lysistrata: It's not what you suppose; they'd come soon enough for that.

Why, I'd like nothing better than to achieve some bold adventure, worthy of our trip.

[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.

You cannot make a crab walk straight.

Shall I crack any of those old jokes, master, At which the audience never fail to laugh?