Don't hit the person across from you with bits of toast, And don't, when dinner is nearly through, say 'Who's the host' It isn't done.

Night and day, you are the one.

I don't know anyone who sits down to write a song hit except Irving Berlin. He can't help writing hits.

He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I don't.

It was great fun, But it was just one of those things.

Something that simply mystifies me.