You made one mistake. You married me.
I was court-martialled in my absence, and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
Message? What the hell do you think I am, a bloody postman?
I am married to Beatrice Salkeld, a painter. We have no children, except me.
Every cripple has his own way of walking.
Other people have a nationality. The Irish and the Jews have a psychosis.