Shakespeare said pretty well everything and what he left out, James Joyce, with a judge from meself, put in.
Message? What the hell do you think I am, a bloody postman?
That you, sister. May you be the mother of a bishop.
I ruined my health drinking to other people's.
I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
There is no human situation so miserable that it cannot be made worse by the presence of a policeman.