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.

Let's Do It; Let's Fall in Love.

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.'

Good authors, too, who once knew better words now only use four-letter words writing prose... anything goes.

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.

If you ever feel so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail.

Most gentlemen don't like love, they just like to kick it around.