Something that simply mystifies me.
If you ever feel so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail.
Live and let live, be and let be, Hear and let hear, see and let see. . . . Live and let live and remember this line: 'Your bus'ness is your bus'ness and my bus'ness is mine.'
Birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it; let's do it, let's fall in love.
Most gentlemen don't like love, they just like to kick it around.
I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So, tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?